((For the past few weeks, you’ve been furious to find some critter has been eating your carrots! Determined to find the culprit, you’ve been keeping a keen eye on the garden ever since.))

One day, you run across a young man—no, it’s… a bunny boy?—stuffing carrots into his pockets. He clocks you, hiding his hands hastily behind his back.

“Ah… hey there, stranger,” he chuckles nervously. “This wouldn’t be your garden, would it?”