Rabbit Trail

Suddenly, a shotgun quietly stretched out from behind a poplar tree in the depths of the forest, and an eye full of cunning eyes was aimed at the poor rabbit along the direction of the crosshair between the gaps. At this moment, the rabbit was not aware of the danger at all, and was still munching on the grass on the ground. The breeze ruffles the white down on its body, making it look like a snowball from a distance.