Elara rushed out. She peered into the basket. The rabbit stared up, one ear flopped.
The piston shot up with a soft, sighing sound. The rabbit didn't yelp. It simply blinked, suspended for a moment on a pillow of hay, then tipped gently into the basket. Not a hair harmed. Just a very confused, slightly indignant bunny sitting among clover blossoms. lovely craft: piston trap
She didn’t want a cruel trap. She wanted art . Elara rushed out