"A red carrot?"

"A delicious one too."

"I'm going in."

Michael had just convinced Bigwig that Farmer Nuthanger had grown a new tiny carrot which was actually a red pepper. Normally Michael would act as me introducing rabbits to things we humans know but as they were not the best of friends, Bigwig had tragically made a victim of himself to Michael's pranks. Bigwig had woken up Michael and Blackavar for a spare task to make up for the incident with Duster and Michael's "interference". Michael and Blackavar were on very good terms with one another, seeing as they were both confident and disliked Bigwig as much as each other and Blackavar admired Michael well for his skills and pranks.

Before I carry on, you might want to know how Michael started his pranks in the first place: his mother died giving birth to him so he had been living with his father ever since. His father was a Primary school PE Teacher and he had a brother who also taught PE in Comprehensive. That teacher was Mr. Ridd Growlark - he was a terrible bully. He even taught me and Rosie. Michael was at a different school then, but his personality was of good reason as to why. He was very abusive to Michael though he didn't necessarily hit him as such; he just despised and hated him. Michael's father allowed him to stay with them because he had no home and he was very intimidating so Michael's father, being the younger brother, allowed him to have his way. Michael was taught by his father to fight and signed him up for different Marital Arts classes. But in the end, he felt fighting back wasn't enough. He felt his uncle deserved some humiliation. Michael was already a popular YouTuber at the the time while writing his songs and posting his artwork and spending time with his younger cousins. When Michael decided he wanted more for his uncle, he brewed his mind up for a series of hysterical pranks which had earned him many views. Here are eight pranks for example:

Vodka Soap: Michael had mixed some soapy water with his uncle's vodka bottle so when he drank it, he belched with huge bubbles floating to the ceiling.

Hand-Me-Ups: Michael had burned all of his uncle's clothes and he had nothing to wear but Michael's old clothes from when he was nine.

Daddy Issues: Michael's uncle got so drunk he messed about on the internet. Michael convinced him that he had adopted a child online and a child appeared on the doorstep. The child was actually a little cousin of one of his friends.

Pants Rash: Michael got up early to sprinkle some hot powder into his uncle's pants from his pile of clothes he had sorted for the new school day. So when he started his morning session, he started burning on the backside and itching. He danced around like a penguin and everyone laughed their heads off.

Antarctic Ridd: It was snowing and Michael heard that he made the first years jog in the snow. So he got home before him and locked all of the doors. After fifteen minutes, he climbed through the window as a snowman.

Dancing on Soap: Michael's uncle hadn't washed his feet for days so he superglued one bar of soap under each foot of his uncle's so when he woke up, he kept slipping all over the place.

Grounded: On the final day of school before breaking up for summer, Michael decided to treat the young ones by keeping his uncle in the house all day; last night he had superglued the door-nut right on time when his uncle was getting ready for bed and he was stuck in his room all day long.

'Priceless' Arrest: Michael's uncle normally spent money on beer and cigarettes and often pinched Michael's father's money, so he forged a twenty pound note to give to his uncle and when he was at the check-out, the police were called on him.

All these pranks were filmed and he was praised deservingly for them. Even everyone at school kept quiet about the videos. Every video ended with his uncle chasing him but failing to catch him, which was why Michael's YouTube name was 'SonicDawnrah'.

Michael watched Bigwig eating the pepper, wishing he had his camera with him. He watched Bigwig's eyes widen and his face redden.

"FRITH ABOVE!" the lion head rabbit thundered.

He dashed from the farm and toward a nearby pond, Blackavar and Michael laughing hysterically at how well the prank worked. They followed Bigwig who had his head dunked in the water until he eventually rose his head up, gasping and panting but his face was still red and his eyes were watering.

"What's the meaning of this!" he rasped. He couldn't yell as to how hot the taste was.

"I forgot to tell you that those type of carrots can be hot," said Michael.

"Look how red I am!"

"Well you're obviously going to be red, being angry all the time," punned Michael, to which Blackavar burst out laughing.

"Back on patrol! Now!" Bigwig ordered as he went his way.

Throughout the patrol, Michael and Blackavar couldn't stop laughing. Ever since they had saved each other from Duster, they had been very good friends. Blackavar showed great interest with Michael's life as Michael did with Blackavar's. He even asked Blackavar to show him some tips of skills which he also practically learned instantly as Bigwig challenging him that day. There almost wasn't a training session in which Michael was taken down.

As they were laughing, they noticed a black truck passing by and going to the meadows.

"I got an eerie feeling about that," said Michael.

"Me too," said Blackavar. "My teachers at Sun-Lagoon told me about those type of hurudadus"

"Huruda-what?"

"Hurudadu. It's what what we call those things."

"Ah. Where I come from, we call them trucks."

"Anyway, they say that black means something maybe coming our way. Like the Black Rabbit of Inle in another form."

"Who's the Black Rabbit of Inle?"

"The spirit of death. We need to inform Bigwig and tell the others."

Michael believed to be a simple superstition the truck's colour, but he decided that Blackavar might be right.

Chestnut woke up under Uncle Dandelion who was still snoring on. It was a bright morning judging by the sound of singing birds. He lay there for a minute or two to remember what was bothering him; the dream from last night, but even more, the blue eyes of the someone outside the burrow. He forced himself out of the warm blanket of Uncle Dandelion off to find his father. He charged out only to run headfirst into Uncle Hazel.

"The sun's not going anywhere, Chestnut," chuckled Hazel. "Why the rush?"

"Sorry, Uncle Hazel," said Chestnut hopping of his chest and resuming his rush. "I need to find Daddy."

When he got to his chambers, his mother was outside.

"Is Daddy okay to see me, Mama?"

"He should be fine, peach," said Snowflake.

Chestnut rushed in to find his father lying down peacefully. He hopped up up to him and gave him a soft tickle on his face. He laughed and woke up.

"Good morning, Daddy," said Chestnut licking his nose.

"Good morning, Prince Winter," yawned Fiver, so happy to see his little child. "Did you sleep well?"

"Uncle Dandelion kept talking in his sleep," Chestnut laughed.

"That's new on me," laughed Fiver sitting up with Chestnut jumping onto his lap.

"So what was wrong with you, Daddy?"

"Daddy just had a little breakdown," said Fiver. "Nothing to worry about, it doesn't happen very often."

Fiver still thought it was for the best that his child did not know about his seeing the future as he believed it would strain their relationship and frighten Chestnut away from him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Prince Winter?"

"I had another bad dream."

And he told his father about the gloomy chamber, the skinny kitten and Great Aunt Larkspur sentencing it to death.

"How do you keep having nightmares?"

"I don't know," said Chestnut worriedly. "And I think I was still dreaming but when I woke up, I looked to see someone with blue eyes."

At that moment, in I came with Rosie to check on Fiver.

"Good morning, Fiver," I greeted. "How are you? That was one nasty vis-"

Fiver shook his head viciously, pointing his right ear in Chestnut's position, reminding me not to say anything to him.

"What's a vish?" asked Chestnut.

"It's erm, a name I call dreams,"I covered up. "I like to make up words sometimes you see, Chestnut."

"I had two nasty dreams myself," said Chestnut dropping off his father's lap. "My first one was the scariest."

"We've heard about it," said Rosie. "Your poor thing. At least it was all fantasy."

"HELP! HELP!"

We heard Hannah screaming into the warren. She was really thought for a mouse I thought to myself.

We all rushed out to the honeycomb.

"What's wrong, Hannah?" said Hazel.

"Carnation!" panted the mouse. "Shining Wire! He was out for some morning air and I heard him scream!"

"Let's go!" gasped Hazel.

Me, Hazel, Hawkbit, Dandelion, Bigwig, Fiver and Strawberry charged after Hannah leading the way, Daffodil bringing up the rear.

"Save him in a flash, Daffodil!" I could hear Cynthia call from the warren.

We charged down to an opening road, crossed it and jumped into a hedge where we saw Carnation being strangled violently by a Shining Wire.

"Dig!" shouted Hazel.

We all dug away as though we were trying to hide ourselves from a wolf. We dug until we found the piece of wood holding the snare down. We released it and turned to its victim - his eyes closed.

"Carnation? Carnation! Wake up!" I cried. "Wake up please!"

He couldn't be gone, no. He was the most wonderful, kindest buck me and Rosie had ever met.

"No," I croaked.

Fiver shed a tear.

The Owsla and Bigwig stood together distraught.

"O' Lord Frith," Hazel began to pray. "My heart has joined a thousand, for my friend stopped running today."

No one said a word for the whole hour after we had given them the news about Carnation's tragedy. Even Michael and Blackavar were shocked to be too late, Bigwig scolding them for not being quick enough, but Michael bravely fought back saying that time is cruel in its ways and they were desperate to tell everyone before anything like this would occur. Rosie was in tears for a long time, as Carnation reminded her so much of her grandfather who had passed away just two years ago. Blackberry's female baby Roseberry held onto Fiver, her favourite uncle, for the entire hour sobbing and Pipkin's group sat together in sadness over the loss of their beloved friend. One rabbit seemed shocked and wide-eyed throughout the hour; Chestnut kept in his burrow and said nothing at all but tears streamed from his eyes. He wouldn't go to his father.

Chestnut stayed in his burrow for a whole hour his insides aching with guilt as though he had swallowed fire which had roasted him all up. Carnation, dead. Just like the dream he had. His father said it was all in his head and it would all be a coincidence if anything like that occurred, but now he was none too sure. He must be evil to dream something like that and make it come true.

"I'm sorry, Carnation," sobbed Chestnut. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't mean to be wicked."

"Why do you sob so, young one?" said a voice suddenly.

Sniffing, Chestnut looked up to see his Great Aunt Larkspur.

"C-Carnation's dead b-b-because of me," he explained. "I had a dream ab-ab-about him d-dying and now it has c-c-c-c-come t-t-true!"

Larkspur looked at him with deep seriousness.

"Murder from a child," said Larkspur.

"I didn't mean it!" wailed Chestnut.

"I know you did not," said Larkspur frowning, "but you still took away his tomorrow. You ought to be in the Valley of Fire for this."

"No! No!" cried Chestnut, remembering the most frightening part of his nightmare. "I don't want to go there!"

"Then you must leave," said Larkspur. "Sinners must flee to avoid eternal damnation like your dream which is likely to come true."

Chestnut got up and fled out of the waren, down the hill and into the forest where night was falling.

Maybe he was having superstitions or creating more death dreams because he saw so many things in his escapade form the Valley of Fire; Pipkin being attacked by a weasel, Uncle Bigwig being strangled by the Shining Wire, Uncle Hazel being shot, Uncle Hazle and Aunt Primrose drowning in a rapid river, Uncle Campion being crushed by a pile of boulders, Aunt Blackberry about to be chopped to pieces by something sharp and closed together, a rabbit holding her down, Uncle Leo being attacked by a ferocious rabbit trying to slash him and his father being scratched to death by a huge, handsome but dangerous looking rabbit.

"I'm sorry, everyone!" he sobbed. "I'm sorry!"

He didn't look where he was running and he ran headfirst into a wall. He slowly sunk into a deep sleep but not before hearing what sounded like Carnation screaming.

I know it was some time but I feel the need to pay my respect.

My heart has joined a thousand, for my friend has stopped running today

RIP John Hurt, the voice of Hazel in the 1978 film and General Woundwort in the 1999 television series.

And I shall always remember him as Mr. Ollivander from the Harry Potter series.

1940 - 2017