Hare Handler III
frank sneezes, and his fur poofs out. Suddenly, he’s dry, and the odor is gone. He looks annoyed and deep in thought. He looks at you, and his beady eyes make you feel a bit uneasy. You can’t seem to look away while he stares into, what feels like, your soul. After a few moments, he looks away and releases your gaze.
“BONES!”. He flops down, waddles to your trash can, and starts making a huge mess. You try to let him know your spare bones are kept in a barrel outside, but he insists on searching every inch of your home.
You go grab a bag of bones, and as soon as you set them down, they poof away. You expect the rabbit to be gone at this point too, but he stays. Staring at you. With those beady eyes.
“BONES!”. He flops down, waddles to your trash can, and starts making a huge mess. You try to let him know your spare bones are kept in a barrel outside, but he insists on searching every inch of your home.
You go grab a bag of bones, and as soon as you set them down, they poof away. You expect the rabbit to be gone at this point too, but he stays. Staring at you. With those beady eyes.
Request
Reward
Silver
100,000
