You frantically hide your little bunnies in their burrow, feeling the presence of two foxes closing in on you. They moved in sync, unhurried, as if they already knew they would catch you. Their tails swayed in rhythm, clearly indicating they were in a good mood. After securing your babies, you quickly took cover nearby, just far enough away so the foxes wouldn’t catch the scent of your bunnies.

“Hare, where did you hide your little ones?” Fred called out loudly, cheerfully scanning the surroundings as he realized you had gone quiet. Meanwhile, George grew alert, twitching his nose as if trying to catch a whiff of your scent—or theirs.