Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Wabbit under Lock and Key

Still on the lookout for the people of the shadows from Castle Doom, the Wabbit paused and looked up. He knew the Lanes were haunted and that behind the locked gates were spooks of all kinds. This did not fwighten the Wabbit, although it made him wary as a brush wabbit in the high chaparral. The Wabbit did not care for locks since he could chew through a door (given some time and inclination). There was something behind here though. Something they wanted to keep hidden. But what? The Wabbit stood on his hind legs and rubbed his chin along the bolt. He would be back.