[Apparently, the rabbit lives not in a burrow in the ground, but a sickeningly cute tiny cottage with a carrot painted on the door. Willow is more of a nightmare every time Heine discovers a new area here. As he watches the house from the edge of the trees, a fuzzy pair of ears can be seen poking up from the bottom of the window and moving around. That fluffy bastard's home, but he's left his little cart out by the side of cottage, filled with newly harvested gourds and carrots, some tiny knit scarves to sell at his market stall.]
Okay...
[And because Heine had just done what he wanted before with the offending cat, he looks over at Lorna; not exactly seeking approval, or he won't admit to that anyway. He holds up a large lighter, innocently purchased for campfires.]
I'm gonna set the cart on fire.
[This is very mild revenge all things considered, but if the wind shifts and the rabbit loses his cute little home too, that's his problem.]
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Okay...
[And because Heine had just done what he wanted before with the offending cat, he looks over at Lorna; not exactly seeking approval, or he won't admit to that anyway. He holds up a large lighter, innocently purchased for campfires.]
I'm gonna set the cart on fire.
[This is very mild revenge all things considered, but if the wind shifts and the rabbit loses his cute little home too, that's his problem.]