A baby rabbit came out of the burrow. His proud long ears. It listens to any sound. The noise of the wind, the song of the birds, the footsteps of the hunters. "Be very careful with traps." The mother rabbit's voice came from the back of the burrow. "I am not a child anymore. Traps are normal." The baby rabbit popped out of the burrow. The sunlight is dazzling. He runs well in the mountains. When he found a trap, he broke it with a twig. He played around all day. When the baby rabbit got tired and went home, the burrow disappeared. It was covered with soil and completely buried. He has no idea. There was no figure of his mother rabbit around. There is no human smell. Only the smell of the mother rabbit. "Hey. Be careful with the trap." He felt like he heard the voice of his mother rabbit.
