Hoptimistic VII

At first, nothing seems to happen. frank is snoring, and his drool puddle is getting to be a bit obnoxious. You go to look for something to clean his mess, and hear a loud whirring sound. You head back to the room frank was sleeping in, and all the items are gone, aside from the mushrooms. “Mushrooms aren’t very good for me. Too much fungus.” He looks like he’s back to normal, as he’s found another bundle of carrots to munch on. “Mind if I stay here for a while? You grow the best carrots, pal.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, and pulls a giant suitcase from your cupboard. You can tell something in his life has changed, but don’t want to press him right now. You don’t have the heart to tell him he can’t stay, and he’s already unpacking his things anyways. Who knew rabbits owned so much stuff?