The rabbits had lined up. Partly to watch, hopefully to participate. There would be many dissapointed bunnies back at the burrow that night. Some of the rabbits filled up on grass, having long since forgotten the distant fields of planted crops.
The girl with the two braids cradled Sproutgrass in her arms. He looked up at the girl with the wonderful touch. His hind legs twitched as he strained upwards to whisper dizzily at her.
"Scratch me behind the ears again!"
When it came to animals, Red was a great negotiator.