William stands in the cramped kitchen with a shopping bag slung over his shoulder, a twinge of reluctance in his heart as he approaches the rabbit cage. The Countrybunnies—America, Canada, England, France, and Mexico—are bouncing in place, eager to be released.

William: “Okay, okay, I’ll let you out for a bit before I head to the store. Just don’t tear the place apart while I’m gone. I don’t need to come back to a mess.”

William: “I swear, if you chew my favorite shoes—again—I’m not going to be happy. Just… try not to be too wild, alright? No running around like you’re in a race.”

William: “And America, please, for the love of everything, stay out of the kitchen. The last thing I need is for you to knock something over and cause a disaster. Remember what happened last time?”

William: “Honestly, you all act like you haven’t seen daylight in weeks. It’s just a trip to the store, not an Olympic event… But fine, explore and have fun. Just be back in time so I can lock you up again. I don’t want the neighbors complaining about you getting into their gardens.”

William: “If I come back and you’re tangled with the neighbor’s corgi again, I’m going to have some serious words with you all. Last warning, alright?”

William: “Alright, here goes nothing… I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t cause too much trouble! And remember to thump if you get into a situation I need to know about. Good luck staying out of trouble.”

With a resigned sigh, William opens the cage, watching as the bunnies scramble out in delightful chaos, darting around the living room, their little paws thumping softly against the floor. William chuckles slightly despite himself as he grabs his keys and heads out, leaving the joyful chaos behind.