Such lovely colours on the boxes. The torso swapping thing is great. The lines are, for want of a better word, right. They are the right weight to please my eyes.

I love Hemlock's expression and the dog has a most handsomely shaped (and coloured) head and muzzle. Her expression and teeth are just right too. In fact, it is one of the most handsome muzzles/snouts I've seen. It's really caught my imagination. That muzzle. Those teeth.

And, I could not help but notice that you made an l of a saw! Also, a capital K at the end of Hemlock's name. Nice touches. People used to sometimes use a capital K, or rather a semi-capital of sort K at the end of words in the 19th century:

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I think it's a nice thing.

It's all a trick.
Not recalling how one ended up in the box, it's comfy interior confining all but the head and waggling footpaws. The show started with open curtain and dark nodding, then you could not move, and sight was the grim showman and his long saw blade. Kicking out the paws mocked your imprisoned state. A rabbit finger stroked your foot to prove your feet were your own. Of cousre they were, what is he, crazy? But of course the answer was the same impassioned glare of this tophat bunny keeping in character.
The audience obscured by the footlights and shadow laughed as you twitch from the tickle and soon another voice gives the same protests. With a crane of neck you see the dog. His flopping ears shaking from his own pawpad scritch proving he too was trapped and true. Though the crowd heard none of the words, as if the protestsing pair were muffled past proscenium arch.
Then the thin wobble of the saw held high in the air and brought to your box. Fear clenched tight, but before curse or yelp, the blade began it's work. Sawing and slicing, the feeling of it making contact with the tummy strange. As if the sharpness was a cold ice cube drawn over the belly, through oneself and bisecting through, with toonish theatrical red emerging for shock and sawe. The numb sensation of being split below oddly fascinating.
Then the flourish of cape and the rabbit parts the box, showing his handywork. Your body is in two. The footpaws waggling as though you controlled them, yet sensation was gone, and the rabbit left you split to do the same to the canine.
As both of you are laid bare to the audience, half the furs you were before the rabbit glints the smallest of bucktooth smiles and then the box halves are twirled, the feeling of air your paws would have felt not there, and soon you spy the very soles of your own feet in your turned face. Yet your lower half now completing the box of your partner. At the same, your box half is met with a wet feeling push and then the world of toes returns, the feeling of smoother furs that your own raccoon hind. The curl and release of padded soles and the off sense to hitch leg at nearest tree.
With a bow between you the bunny runs a paw through the latches and soon there is another blackness.
Your mind fills with thoughts of release and bowing as well.
Applause and the feeling of being guided to seats so the magician may continue this strange program.
When your world returns you scratch the back of your head in wonder over what you dreamed, and look down to see your canine footpaw start to jump from your action.
And you wag.
It was a good trick.

Would love to see a follow up of this image! :)