Elmer's Candid Camera

"THEN ALL YOU DO IS CLICK THE SHUTTER AND PRESTO,

YOU HAVE A FINE PICTURE OF WILDLIFE SUITABLE FOR FRAMING."

GOLLY, THAT SOUNDS SIMPLE ENOUGH.

TRIPOD, FILM, CAMERA,

BUTTERFLY NET,

FLASHLIGHT POWDER, LENS, CARRYING CASE.

RABBIT TRACKS!

SHHH!

SHHH!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TAKING PICTURES?

NICE HOBBY. MIND IF I WATCH?

UH, WHAT ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF?

THAT RABBIT.

WHAT RABBIT?

THAT LITTLE GRAY RABBIT OVER...

OVER...

OVER...

OVER THERE.

PLEASE, SIR.

GOSH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY.

OH, THERE YOU ARE.

SAY, UH, YOU WOULDN'T CONSIDER TAKING THE PICTURE OF A RABBIT, WOULD YOU?

I KNOW A RABBIT WHO WOULDN'T MIND

POSING FOR YOU.

UH, THAT IS, IF YOU ARE

AT ALL INTERESTED.

OF COURSE, IF YOU DON'T LIKE RABBITS,

UH, YOU DON'T LIKE RABBITS.

ANYBODY WHO WOULDN'T PHOTOGRAPH A RABBIT...

SHUCKS, I'M A CAPABLE RABBIT.

SEEMS ANYBODY WOULD LIKE TO PHOTOGRAPH ME...

GEE WHIZ.

WHY DON'T THEY PHOTOGRAPH ME?

WHAT'S THIS?

WHAT'S THIS?

I'M TRAPPED!

I'M TRAPPED!

GIVE ME AIR!

GIVE ME AIR!

I CAN'T BREATHE!