Hey, sure, I'll give it a try. . .



A tall grey rabbit slipped in, rubbing her behind ruefully and glaring out the door. "Carpenters," she muttered. Then she turned around and coughed. "Hey, Admael. C'you tell those carpenters to stop dropping sawdust buckets on customers?" She sat down. "Thanks. Y'know, this isn't half-bad, even if it isn't the old Tavern. Sure is hot today." The bartender nodded and took the grey rabbit's order, then sighed. The heat was annoying, and even more so because the sun shone in the Tavern's window and bathed the room in a soft warm light.

A distant motor sounded, and the trees nearby sighed and rustled in a small breeze. Small sounds such as bird calls seemed very loud in the hot, dry stillness.

An ominous rumble rolled through the thick air, and as the grey rabbit, Coppertop, looked out the window she could see dark forboding clouds building. A rainstorm? This was the time for it, if ever. The bartender glanced out the window, too, and arched her eyebrows. "Hope it rains," Coppertop commented. Admael nodded agreement, and turned away from the window.



First try, but I think it's good. . .