Seasonal Events

Deep within a cozy burrow, a raspy cough broke the silence of an otherwise-perfect morning.   A rather large Vabbit, most of his front taken up by a wild, curling mane, rushed to and fro inside the burrow, hopping between the separated “rooms.” His dark red plates, almost black in the dim lighting of the home, stood in some minor contrast to his rippling beard, which WAS black. The fur on his chest and fac...

Silence.    Beautiful silence.   Banshee, the pink librarian Mhoat, almost sighed wistfully to himself — but that would have cut through the quiet like a knife, and he needed to focus right now. His quick hands soundlessly stamped out dates and times of books last checked out, of t...