Hare Handler
You hear a soft crunching sound. A familiar fat rabbit is lounging in your favorite chair, eating your freshly grown leeks. The rabbit hops down so you can sit, knocking leeks all over the floor. You sit and stare as this very strange rabbit eats your produce. For a moment, he looks like he’s starting to choke, and a chunk of chewed up leek lands at your feet.
“Hey.” He clears his throat. His voice is gravelly, and he has a strange accent. “Sorry, these things do NOT go down like carrots. Name’s frank. All lowercase.” He pauses to take another bite. “Let’s make a deal. I’ve got some pranks to pull, but no thumbs. Makes things difficult sometimes.” He doesn’t elaborate further, and crunches down on the last of your daily harvest. “I don’t even like leeks very much. Why’d you grow these things?” He tells you what he needs, and you put some lemons in a barrel. As soon as you put the lid on, the rabbit vanishes. He leaves some strange seeds behind.
“Hey.” He clears his throat. His voice is gravelly, and he has a strange accent. “Sorry, these things do NOT go down like carrots. Name’s frank. All lowercase.” He pauses to take another bite. “Let’s make a deal. I’ve got some pranks to pull, but no thumbs. Makes things difficult sometimes.” He doesn’t elaborate further, and crunches down on the last of your daily harvest. “I don’t even like leeks very much. Why’d you grow these things?” He tells you what he needs, and you put some lemons in a barrel. As soon as you put the lid on, the rabbit vanishes. He leaves some strange seeds behind.
