"Well," she whispered, "aren't you a lovely little thief?"
She called it the "Floral Fizz-Pop."
She didn’t want a cruel trap. She wanted art . lovely craft: piston trap
Her problem was rabbits. Not just any rabbits—a clever, grey-furred rascal with a taste for her Golden Glory marigolds. Every morning, she’d find the petals chewed, the stems snapped. Scarecrows failed. Fences were tunnels. Elara sighed, sipping her tea. "Time for a lovely craft." "Well," she whispered, "aren't you a lovely little thief