I am?



Funny, I didn't notice.



Okay, so here's my next part.



Kaz sighed. The rabbit patrol obviously had not returned yet.

He would leave a note, and be on his way. He held the pencil awkwardly in his wing as he scrawled an untidy message on a piece of dirtied yellow paper.

It read: Mishun ackomplisht. Contakt mea at the hedcwarters for mor infermayshun.

Then he walked off, heading for the headquarters alone.



Triphe scowled, pointing at Yazz. "Twere him, not me." He spoke to an older, greying rabbit, who had many scars of past battles upon him. Yazz piped up, "'E's lyin' pa, he th'ew the lawnmower through the downstairs window!" The older one shook his head at Triphe. "Triphe, Yazz has lied to me not once. You, on the other hand, have more times than I could count if I had four hands. Your punishment shall be that you will go 'round the neiborhood looking for jobs to raise enough money to buy a new lawnmower." He saw the picture of relief on his son's face and added, "And enough for a new window." The expression changed to one of stunned shock, and then to anger. He stalked out without even asking his leave. He, a prince, would not stay for a half year working off his debt!



It was dead of night. A shadow within the shadows moved. A small light flickered on, revealing a blue rabbit with brown paws and ears. His face was one of defiance as he silently padded toward the storeroom. He grabbed a sack from the corner and silently filled it with provisions for his journey. He then headed toward the armoury, and chose a sharp sword and a bow and a quiver of arrows. Then he slipped out the door and headed north. Thus did Triphe Naphor leave home.



Thats all for now, folks!