And then the rabbit led the wolf back to his burrow, where he had just finished baking some sweet rolls. The wolf was thankful (he hadn’t eaten anything that day, in preparation for the hunt), and the rabbit, who had been shunned by the others for eating things that didn’t grow in a vegetable garden, was overjoyed that he had found someone to share his hobby with. He peppered the wolf with questions about how it tasted, and it was surprisingly good, especially considering the rabbit had never had anyone but himself try his food before.

While they ate, they bonded. The wolf had separated from his pack a while ago due to creative differences (“just as well,” said the rabbit, “if a whole wolf pack had found this village, we’d never have met”), and they talked about how horrible people could be to each other and how hard it was going solo… and how lucky they both were to have found a kindred spirit.

They talked and talked, and eventually the rabbit confessed to the wolf that he’d been eyeing him up since they met, and although he didn’t go much for garden vegetables, there was one carrot he’d been wanting to taste…