His Style

In the mountains, the air was fresh, mixed with the fragrance of soil. The sun was setting, casting a beam of red light through the branches of the trees.

"Wild rabbit!"

Jane sensed that the grasses beside her feet were moving and when she looked into, she found a fat gray rabbit there.

When the rabbit saw her, it was frightened and ran away quickly.

"Mommy, rabbit!" Dayton shouted out.

It was the first time he saw a wild gray rabbit. He chased with small steps, a little faster than the rabbit.

"Daddy, Mommy, let's catch the rabbit!"

Dayton laughed as he ran, chasing after the wild rabbit.

The wild rabbit was frightened and crawled into the grass, running quickly.

Jane went around the bushes, preparing to catch the rabbit on the other side. But she failed for scant experience. Instead, the rabbit slipped past her and jumped away.

"Want it?" William asked.

He did not look at his son but Jane.