Before dawn, all was quiet, marking the start of a day for nocturnal creatures.
A hare quietly left its shallow burrow in the acacia thicket and headed out to forage along a hidden path it had traversed many times.
Unbeknownst to the hare, its trail had already been discovered.
After dawn, two robed figures ascended the hillside one after the other to check the trap they had set the previous day.
The hare played dead, its yellow-brown fur blending in like dry grass, but it couldn't fool the hunter.
"Over there! Brother!" the younger boy behind exclaimed with joy.
The young man ahead also spotted the prey, pressed his lips together, took down his short bow, and signaled for his brother to be quiet.
It was too late—the hare had already been startled.
It thrashed desperately, leaping up and landing again, trying to free its hind leg.
The thing binding the hare's right hind leg was a tough leather rope, not so easily broken.
