said Joby. Corny searched for one. He found a broken branch about two feet long. He handed it to Joby. Joby took it. He looked at the club, and then at the rabbit. The rabbit was sitting still, its eyes big and wide. Joby shook his head, and handed the club to Corny. “Here, you do it,” he said. Corny took the club. He lifted it. The rabbit had not moved a bit. Corny lowered the club. “Here. You do it, Rusty,” he said. Rusty took the club. He looked at the rabbit. The tip of its short tail looked like a ball of cotton. “Not me. I can never do it,” said Rusty. He flung the club away. Joby crouched beside the animal, opened the trap, and the rabbit hopped away on its three good legs. “His leg will heal,” said Joby. There was kind of a joy in his voice, as if it made him happy to let the rabbit loose.
