Mustelids Narrative

One night when I was hunting with my mum the weasel and my brother, we saw a fat fluffy rabbit. When we hunt a rabbit my mum was talk the fur of the rabbit and we bit no to the back of the rabbit ear and me and my mum and my brother went to home and the baby was sleep on her bed and she is fluffy.My family was hanger so me and mum went to hunt again we saw up on the tree climb up we got to the eggs.