I've just been woken up at 05:30 by a high-pitched squealing in the kitchen, then the sound of one of my two cats running upstairs. As I opened the bedroom door, he presented me with a small, wild rabbit.
I've done a lot in my long life, seen and heard many sad things, but that rabbit, dying from shock and fear in my hands has just made me cry.
Can the day get worse?
I've done a lot in my long life, seen and heard many sad things, but that rabbit, dying from shock and fear in my hands has just made me cry.
Can the day get worse?
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