done for

Thaph thrashed about desparately, as much as he could with his paw crunched between the iron jaws. Stupid stupid stupid! He should have smelled the trap, the metallic smell that is now mingled with his own blood. He glanced around quickly to see if any predators were around in the nearby grasses. He looked up to the sky to see if there were any raptors searching. The metal chain clanked as Thaph struggled some more, bleeding still but beginning to clot. He now became wise to the scent of man in this place. He had seen men before, even snuck into their gardens for a daring meal, but didn't think they came all the way out here!

The man came an hour and a half later, and found a very weak and tired brown rabbit. The man broke the animal's neck with a quick twist then removed the lockjaw along with its prize. He'll have to clean the blood off of it before he can use it again. Pesty rabbits. He'll keep putting his traps out until his garden is safe, or until he can make a nice rabbit fur coat for Charlene down at the diner.