The rodent's jaw cracks and shatters with the force behind the experiment's punch. It lets out a high pitched screech of agony, and it doesn't know what to do - does it wash? Does it keep trying to stuff the little girl in its mouth? Does it run away?

It turns to Lily with its big, moist, black eyes. Pupils so massive that the little girl could see her reflection in them. The chipmunk's gaze is soulful and hurt. It sniffs rapidly in its pain and cowers.

Why would you do such a thing, little girl?