The dog has a daily walk no matter what. The other morning he discovered a baby rabbit in a tuft of grass. I was walking along as always when the clear morning air was pierced with a noise like a car alarm. I turned to find Enzo holding in his jaw a squirming ball of grey and white fur. I pulled on his leash, alarmed and suddenly panicked at the thought of having to deal with a mouse… he dropped his find, still squealing, when two rabbits appeared, ears perked, frozen in a « what’s next? ». I pulled more and Enzo regretted being unable to investigate more. The rabbit baby survived as far as I know - the squealing saved its life.