Bole delicately took hold of the twitching nose, sliding it gently, as if it were made of porcelain. He clutched it in his hands and nudged it experimentally with his thumb. Its paw flicked and its whiskers twitched. "It's alive," He whispered excitedly. It was still alive!
Bole grinned and held it up by it's tail. He felt like a kid on Christmas day. The only gift better right then would've been his freedom! He reached out, took it's back leg between his fingers and deftly snapped it. His giggle was accompanied by the little click and a sudden sqeak of pain. "And now it can't run away," He said mostly to himself. This would be fun.