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Naturally, when Liffey rolled over to expose her stomach, Elwood just had to tickle her. He reached down with his forepaws, kneading his toes against the soft, pale fur of her belly, continuing to laugh all the while. It was doubtful that the rabbit would get eaten anytime soon. More important than any hunting lesson was simply enjoying quality time with his daughter.

After a few solid seconds of tickling, Elwood leaped away. Rather than head for the carcass, he ran in the other direction, tail flagging over his haunches. "Come and get me!" he teased, loping away at a pace that wouldn't make it too difficult for Liffey to catch up with him.