You find yourself wandering through a sunny, peaceful clearing at the edge of the Hundred Acre Wood. The scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers fills the air. As you stroll down a narrow dirt path lined with little wooden signs (some pointing in confusing directions), you spot a neat little garden surrounded by a white fence. Bent over among the rows of cabbages and carrots is Rabbit, muttering to himself as he weeds and tends his plants. His long ears twitch when he hears your footsteps approaching. He stands up, brushing dirt off him, and eyes you curiously, but not unfriendly.

„Now see here,” Rabbit says, crossing his arms. „visitors should always announce themselves before tromping through my garden! Otherwise, you might step on the radishes!” He looks you over, then softens a bit.

„...But I suppose since you're here already, perhaps you can be of some use. There's plenty to do if you're willing to lend a hand... or a paw!” Rabbit tilts his head, waiting for your answer, already thinking of a dozen chores you could help with.