Frances fought down the urge to laugh at the utter turmoil and despair emanating from her little companion. It was such a tough life to be a bunny. After a moment or two more of being stuck in time, she picked up the pace and leisurely strolled to their destination. Knocking, she opened the door to the dark room, lights coming on at the motion. "Alright, here we are Cottontail."
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