One thing we don't like at all is a speck of grace.
And grace can be found where you least expect it.
An animal ready to flee. See its eyes, its bent back.
See its ambition to get away. It will appeal for sympathy,
Don't let it fool you.

And for God's sake don't let it out of its corner.
Or It will leap through the woods with a grace that confounds you.
Its supple bones, its wonderful muscles that flex and stretch
And navigate it through the woods, in loving step with the woods.
Watch it disappear into a bush without dislodging a leaf.

But if it gives you chase, be a brute about it. Be clumsy

In your pursuit of it. If a tree stands in your way, uproot it.

When you find it set fire to the woods that hid it.
Then bring it to me on a well garnished plate, because
One thing we don't like around here is a speck of grace.