The farmer kneels down. He only wants to help. But the second his hand comes near, the rabbit explodes, clawing, biting, throwing everything it has left at the one person trying to save it. It isn't cruelty. It's terror. The rabbit can't tell a rescuing hand from the thing that hurt it. Every reach looks like one more attack.

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