Dilan, fuming, picked up two large stones from the shore and smashed them together, sparks flying. The others nearby involuntarily recoiled. Dilan selected the thinnest, sharpest shard, the one best suited to serve as a knife, and marched towards the sea, grimly gripping the dead rabbit by its ears. At that moment, he looked every bit the butcher.
With practiced efficiency, Dilan bled the rabbit, slit its belly, and discarded the entrails. The entire process flowed smoothly, without a moment's hesitation. In his mind's eye, the unfortunate rabbit was Gilla.
The stone knife, surprisingly sharp, allowed Dilan to peel off the rabbit's skin intact. It would make a decent seat cushion; Ashley would like it. He estimated the remaining rabbit meat to be at least four or five pounds. Jud
