Disclaimer: See first chapter


"Shh…" the short, balding man cautioned Jason, a finger held tightly to his pursed lips, "we're hunting wabbits."

"Um, okay," Jason whispered back, looking for Spinelli. The strange little man dressed in hunting coat and cap, toting a long rifle was making him ill-at-ease. He was suddenly reminded of the time Spinelli accidentally shot himself in the foot. Casting a worried glance at the cartoonish figure next to him, he vowed to slip behind a tree as soon as possible.

"Nyah… what's up doc?" A tall white and gray rabbit popped out of a hole.

Where the hell is Spinelli?