Hare Handler IV
You’re in a staring contest with a rabbit. So many questions. You start to ask something, and get cut off. Right, he can talk.
“I can’t BELIEVE he got me with that. What to do, what to do...” He starts muttering about fire ants and “the perfect prank”, and starts hopping back and forth. He hops over to you and sits on his hind legs. “We made a deal. WE MADE A DEAL! You’ll help me, won’t you?”
He rummages through your things some more, stuffs a few items in a barrel, and looks back at you. He gestures with his tiny paws for you to reach into your pocket. Inside your pocket is a piece of ordinary, blank parchment. You look up, and he’s gone.
“I can’t BELIEVE he got me with that. What to do, what to do...” He starts muttering about fire ants and “the perfect prank”, and starts hopping back and forth. He hops over to you and sits on his hind legs. “We made a deal. WE MADE A DEAL! You’ll help me, won’t you?”
He rummages through your things some more, stuffs a few items in a barrel, and looks back at you. He gestures with his tiny paws for you to reach into your pocket. Inside your pocket is a piece of ordinary, blank parchment. You look up, and he’s gone.
