Hare Handler VIII
You go home, very ready for a nap. Of course, you have a visitor rifling through your kitchen.
“Something blue. Lots of blue.” The rabbit starts throwing various things from the cabinets on the floor.
You start to offer to find whatever he’s looking for, when he pulls a wooden barrel that definitely would not have fit in your cabinets, climbs in, and...says nothing. Once the objects are poured in, he starts laughing. The tips of his ears are poking out the top, and he clears his throat when you don’t immediately put the lid over his head. You pick up the lid, place it down, and the entire barrel disappears. In its place, is a pile of silver, and some other items you don’t recall seeing before.
“Something blue. Lots of blue.” The rabbit starts throwing various things from the cabinets on the floor.
You start to offer to find whatever he’s looking for, when he pulls a wooden barrel that definitely would not have fit in your cabinets, climbs in, and...says nothing. Once the objects are poured in, he starts laughing. The tips of his ears are poking out the top, and he clears his throat when you don’t immediately put the lid over his head. You pick up the lid, place it down, and the entire barrel disappears. In its place, is a pile of silver, and some other items you don’t recall seeing before.
