No one cared, that was who. Though Matteo's trained movements slowed slightly when Muu spoke up, it was too late by then, the trap much too simple compared to the complex locks that he had to pick back in that dark cavern. With a light tug, the hefty, fluffy rabbit fell down onto his waiting palm, the loosened snare hanging there.

And, just like, that, they had seven pounds of rabbit flesh, just in time for an early lunch. It was simply a matter of whether or not Ash, the resident woodswoman, wanted anything to do with this thievery.
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