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...