Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

The rabbit's struggles did not stoke a predatory response in Sugar but, rather, a sympathetic one. Even as Pox crowded in to take a look, she pushed closer to make sure he didn't hurt the creature any worse. Her brother sniffed at the flailing rabbit and then asked if they should fetch Elwood, a question which Sugar met with a blink. What would their father do with a filthy rabbit?

It then dawned on her: this was prey. Beneath the mud, there was fur, muscle and bone. Sugar swallowed, feeling torn. On one hand, this would make a relatively easy kill. They could call Elwood to come take care of it or even give it a go themselves. However, she couldn't get quite rid herself of her empathetic response toward the poor critter.

"What if," she proposed, chewing her lip as her beady eyes touched on Pox's face, "we tried to help it?"