Oh Dear

The world went white, then blazed silver, and suddenly everything was...bigger.

Kana’s voice was loud and disjointed. Andrev was tempted to ignore it, go in search of food, because he could smell some tasty beetles, but part of his brain insisted he listen to her.

“Oh, dear, he’s a rabbit,” Kana said.

Another voice joined her’s. Familiar. Rastaban. “We don’t want anyone thinking he’s dinner. Pick him up and - pretend he’s your pet or something. I’ll deal with this man.”

This man, whoever he was, was making sounds that made Andrev’s fur stand up on end.

He was laughing.