…

and how the heck do I make a house...

this place is a plain, I am a rabbit, I should dig a burrow. Like rabbits do.

…

I don’t wanna live in a hole though...

…

I didn’t know what to do so I just rolled over. Sadly, I tend to forget such trivial matters such as “I am on the ”endless hill”, so don’t roll. Ever.”, and as such, I started rollingrollingrollingrollingrollingroll-, you get it.

Eventually, I bumped into something.

Oh, oh thank gosh...

I turned my attention to whatever stopped me.

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where...

what...

who?...

Before me stood a perfectly fine cone shaped hut. Yes, a hut. Not a tiny hut either, but not the kind of large something the other house was, no, this was just... a hut.

It was grey, as one could expect, but it had... qualities.

If I looked at it too long, it reminded me of a Witch's Hut or something.

Strange. Very strange...

I hopped on over to it, peering in through one of the many windows, only to see...

well, there was almost no furniture, as if someone was to move in/nobody lived there.

On a wall, however, there was a small deer skull, hanging on a plaque, like a trophy.

It was quite small, bright white and its antlers were tiny. Like, really tiny. Like two veeeeery small horns poking out. At first, I didn’t even realize it had horns!

Hrm. I suppose it's time.

Ah, there was nothing else of interest. It was very barren...

anyhow, I went around the house, searching for the entrance.

…

well, I found a door.

And a hatch.

Most likely for rabbits.

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d-, did Bro make this for me?

…

I see no other possibility...

well, better not just let this sit, then!

I happily entered the small hatch, emerging into the delightfully dark house. Well, it was rather small.

But now, I could see better!

There were quite a few windows and the entire thing was... well, a single room. Kinda.

It was shaped like a cone. Kinda.

It had a bed. Kinda.

It had a kitchen. Kind-, argh, you get it!

The whole place was barren but cozy. There was furniture, and although it was simple and not very... fancy, it was a home.

At the kitchen, there was a rather large cauldron with a high stool placed beside it. If I really tried, I'm sure I could jump up there...

…

HUPP

and with that, I got up on the stool. Well, I was wobbling like an anorexic model wearing 3 decimetre high heels in a light breeze, but I was up!

The cauldron was rather big, as I had foreseen. With the higher vantage point, I could now see that there were, in fact, a whole bunch'a shelves all around. The place where I was, the “kitchen”, was like a room of sorts. Most of the stuff was at the bottom of this cone-like structure, but this kitchen was like a little room to the side, just a lil' but higher up. Rather nice, actually.

I'd make dinner, but then I would need two things. Well, three. No, five...

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ok, I dunno how many things it would take, but id need like, ingredients, fire, and better telekinesis. Right now I can barely make a piece of something float!

Hrm. I guess id better practice that, then.

I turned my gaze to the bed. Well, I say bed, but it was more like a large pile of hay. Guess id better “clean it up”... hu hu hu...

I focused all my “kinetic power” on the pile of hay, attempting to make at least some of it float.

Hrnnnngggggggggg...

hm? telekinesis sound effects? Dude. I learned from the something in the stew.

With my eyes focused deeply on the hay, paws on my head, it rose. A few strands of hay rose from the other stuff, floating in mid-air.

Goal of the day, keep the hay floating.

Result of the experiment, hay was flying for about a minute or two before falling.

Synopsis of the experiment, No Improvement. Goshdarnit.

Panting I plopped myself down on the bed of hay, staring up at the ceiling.

Hm?

I hadn’t noticed it before, but a moon was hanging from the ceiling.

Well, since this place is built like a cone, it was at the top of it all, most likely shining very slightly, since the grey seemed brighter around it.

The moon itself was a crescent. Well, I'm hesitant to call it even that, it was a very, very thin sliver of a new moon.

Strange.

This place is very strange. Very...

hrm. I'm tired...

oh, so very...

tired...

snrf...

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..

.

“yawn”

uuuuuu, nice nap... wait, do rabbits yawn? Like, make the noise and all? Im not too familiar with rabbits, but I'm pretty sure they don’t yawn. (hey, don’t blame me, I know jack shit about rabbits) you were the one who yawned, brah

I guess so. Wait, wha-

(memory erase, biach)

mrmm, good morning, good morning.

It is morning, right?

Well, this hay bed is far more comfortable than it looks like. I think I got comfortably num-, (nonono don’t you dare)

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hrm, it feels like portions of my memory is missing, what was I talking about?

Anyways, it must be day, since the light was shining so brilliantly from the hole in the roof.

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that's going to be a huge pain in the arse when it rains, isn't it?

Aaaahhh, anyways, let's leave this hut.

How will I come back to it?

Who knows!?

If it comes down to it ill just contact Bro, he should know something about this place.

I hopped out of bed, stretched a little and exited the hut.

Grey grey grey. Times like these I wish I had color-vision. Wonder if Bro could help me with that...

ah, I shouldn’t rely so much on Bro, he's got a life to deal with too.

Anyhow, what to do no-,

“sniff”

“sniff sniff”

is that...

Whiskey?...