Bunny Patched — Lina

“Down here,” the carrot murmured. “I’m not a carrot. I’m a key.”

Lina tilted her head. Carrots didn’t talk. Keys didn’t grow in the ground. But she was a curious bunny, so she dug gently. Beneath the carrot was a tiny brass key, no bigger than a clover. lina bunny

The carrot—now just a regular, quiet carrot—sat in her paw. But the key shone. “Down here,” the carrot murmured

She froze, one ear flopped forward. “Who said that?” lina bunny

“Lina… Lina Bunny…”