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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.
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I don’t wanna live in a hole though...
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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...
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anyhow, I went around the house, searching for the entrance.
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well, I found a door.
And a hatch.
Most likely for rabbits.
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d-, did Bro make this for me?
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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...
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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?...