Jennipher was flattered. She had never considered herself particularly kind, or intelligent, or beautiful - it always amazed her when others complimented her on something like that.
"Okay, I'll take a look," she said, leaning over the cart.
Immediately she wished she hadn't. Instead of the hairy rat she expected, this one was much slimmer than she expected. The hair could best be described as "patchy" and looked like the rat had seen better days. The trap was holding it pinned down, its paws feebly scratching at nothing. This trap didn't appear to be the first to catch this creature, as scars crisscrossed its body, forming a weird symbol that looked like it belonged tattooed on a jock's bicep.
"It's suffering!" Jen said, horrified.
"Yeah, that'th why we got you. What should we do?"
"Take it outside. Set it free. If it runs off, let it go. If it struggles...it might be kinder to kill it." Jen heard herself saying the words and didn't believe it.
"I got it," Lance said. He reached down and gingerly picked up the whole trap, sickly rat-creature and all. Holding it at full arms' length, he walked out the back door. Jen shut her eyes and listened for the THUMP! that would end the rat's life.
Several minutes passed.
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