Sigyn wants to go look at the vetch in the front yard again, before it fades away. (The human female says it’s a “wildflower” and “pretty,” but it’s really just a weed she’s too lazy to pull.)
Fandral’s mustache! Sigyn, do you see that?
Do you suppose…? For years, we’ve been hearing tales about the Eater Bunny, vicious devourer of small children and hapless livestock. You and I have encountered rabbits previously, and last year we assumed we’d proven the tales to be false, but this thing is so huge…
Aww. It’s cute! Maybe this one is friendly too and–
Avaunt, fell beast! Release my beloved before I blast you into hasenpfeffer!
Kick, Sigyn, KICK! You have to keep him from swallowing!
Quick! I’ll hold his mouth open while you escape! SPIT HER OUT, you lapinaceous hellspawn!
Sigyn, dearest, are you all right? If he has harmed one hair on your precious head, I will flay him alive and make buntings for all the babies in the neighborhood! Norns’ nighties! That was close!
Wait! What are you doing?
Once again, Sigyn’s rapport with animals carries the day. Ride the bunny all you like, my love. I’m right behind you, and if he so much as twitches a whisker, I will pith him on the instant.
You heard it here, folks–the Eater Bunny is real.