Danny crept alongside the fence, hoping the carcass of the dead rabbit still lay near the fence, where he’d seen it from the drive. He took a quick inventory of his pilfered supplies, Mycroft’s plush robe and terry belt, a wooden spoon, a pair of scissors, a pen light, and several rubber condoms. Thank god, Mycroft doesn’t have a latex allergy. Sheep skin wouldn’t work. I need an insulator.
He then looked around, making his way towards the electrified fence and the dead rabbit. The smell of rotting flesh filled his nostrils. Christ, it smells like I’ve found the poor thing. He shone the light down on the creature’s body, gaging from the odor, then tears filled his eyes when he noticed the maggots that ate at its once beautiful brown eyes. Alex. His beautiful blue eyes are now gone—rotted away. Though he couldn’t spare the time, he sank to the ground, keening into the folds of Mycroft’s robe. He then took a deep breath and tied the rabbit’s legs together, with one of the condoms, attaching the wooden spoon to one end. When the rabbit’s body hit the electrified fence, it lit up like a Christmas tree. The smell of burnt meat filled the air and he gagged again, but kept a tight grip on the wooden spoon.