Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox gazed at the struggling rabbit with an increasingly predatory gaze. He wasn't sure how to go about killing it, but he did know that he wanted to eat it. That's where Dad came in. Dad was the best at killing things (in a not creepy, but perfectly natural way).

His sister apparently had different ideas. Pox's ears twitched as she spoke and he turned to her with a frown on his face, not sure he'd heard her right. "Help it?" he repeated, his voice tilting it into a question at the end. He glanced at the pitiful critter again, his frown deepening before he turned back to Sugar and tacked on a blunt, "Why?"