But it's not what you think.
It's not what I thought. This is the sort of thing you dread in the country with a fox in the backyard. You come upon a big mess of fur or feathers, like this:
and you think, oh rats! And then, what was it? And then rats
again. Then you get closer to see.
It looks terrible, but it's pretty quickly obvious that it's one of Laika's toys, not a real lamb. But with visions of cruel carnivores in your brain, all you can think is that Laika got furious with her stuffed lamb and ripped it to shreds!
Since Laika has never been furious about anything, even thoughts of the fox coming to rip the stuffed lamb apart pop briefly and absurdly into your mind.
Then you notice the head was hurled 10 feet away.
And you remember the most pitiless beast of them all: the lawnmower.