trystinn | All bunnnies, safe and sound

Some time around midnight, I saw Winken hanging out around Bunhalla. I'm sure I anthropomorphize rabbits quite a bit, but it sure did look like he wanted back in with his friends. I managed to slowly pursue him into a blind corner we'd set up earlier, so when I leaned down and grabbed him by the fur over his back, I knew I had him.

Unfortunately, Winken was incredibly scared at being grabbed this way. He screamed. I don't mean a single screech of annoyance, I mean a whole volley of ongoing screaming that shattered the night air. It was nearly impossible to imagine this little boy was making enough noise to rival the hounds of hell, and yet, by all accounts he was perfectly safe and sound. By the time I got him settled in my arms, we were both trembling. I walked him quietly over to Bunhalla and set him down, then stepped away. He stood there, breathing hard until one of the other boys came over and groomed him.

Oh dear Gods. Too much drama. I'll talk to Chris, we really need to get the new Bunhalla started before I lose what little nerves I have left.