Magic White Rabbit

The child had arose that morning with a bit of eagerness in his eyes. Today, Alfred had decided, he was going to practice his hunting. He would make a good, swift kill... One that would make his family proud. Perhaps he could take it as a gift to his grandmother? He hadn’t really seen much of Pip lately, though the child wanted to spend some more time with her. Perhaps he could learn something neat from her? She seemed like she might know a lot!

The child would pause, finding some tracks in the light pattering of snow that had fallen the night before. It was mushy thanks to the warmer winter season, but that just made it easier for creatures to leave tracks, right? The boy lowered his nose to the ground, sniffing at them. He knew this smell! It was a rabbit. Excitement rose in Alfie’s chest, but he didn’t dare howl; he didn’t want to scare the prey off before he had even found it! Slowly, paw over paw, the boy began to follow those paw prints, wondering if they would indeed lead him to prey.

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