Hushed Willows And the mome raths outgrabe.

A stranger’s voice floated through the willows, and Blossom rather comically turned on her heel, near tripping over herself. She managed to wrangle her legs into function, and gave her biggest, bestest smile.

Thank you! She chirped, before her head dropped to the side in an over-exaggerated tilt.

No, I didn’t see a rabbit. Do you know his name? Maybe you could call him! Blossom turned on a heel to begin clicking her tongue at the bushes.

Here bunny bunny!