Wild Berry Meadow Yum doesn't begin

Rhonen found his mouth sticky and his paws stained. And he finally stopped to settle to his haunches and let his tummy stop moving about. Berries were good, but he was probably going to regret it later. 

A noise nearby had him lifting his head and blue eyes of his father cut across the meadow and the berries searching. Was he in trouble here? Should he be worried? It didn't sound very big, perhaps it was a prey animal. He was too tired to chase. 

But what he thought and what he saw were very different. The creature that was moving down the berries was the strangest looking rabbit thing he had ever encountered in a plethora of colors and shapes. What in the heck was it?

He stared rather overly long, and his mother would have told him about his manners.