God knows how it all started. Somehow, these humans got the impression that our feet were lucky. They hunt us down, and then they chop off our legs and keep it as charms of sorts. In the past, they would kill us, chop off our legs and then proceed to devour the rest of our flesh. But lately, the practice has taken a strange turn for the worse, for us.
The humans got the impression that a rabbit foot taken from a live rabbit is luckier. Again, god knows how this started. It's a cruel practice. One of them would hold us down, and the other would take a blade and hack our feet right off. They don't stop at one of course. They cut all four limbs.
Their knives, like their minds, are dull. The process is excruciating for both parties, but we get the harder end of the bargain. We would squeal our tiny lungs out, and struggle. No use. No use.
Limbless, we just lies there; a puddle of blood and fur.
So the human returns home, victorious, happy. Is he lucky? I do not know. It's beyond me, beyond my concerns. Sooner or later, a predator, probably a wolf, would come along and just eat us. A limbless creature doesn't struggle much.
I can't help but think to myself, as I stare death in the eye, what drives these strange humans. What's so lucky about my foot when clearly, I am the unluckiest creature on this Earth? I have no limbs, I cannot move.
I wait for death to come to me.
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