A/N: Here's another chapter. Read bottom author note.

Chapter Four

Telling

(meanwhile)

When he had exited Hazel's burrow, Orchid had joined a group of his friends at silflay near the beech-hanger. Nutmeg had begun telling them of their race and, true to his parentage, had exaggerated on it.

Since they had been a part of the race and had no need to hear of it again, Orchid came up to Fireweed and whispered in his ear, "Hey, Fireweed, may I have a word with you at the foot of the hill?"

Nodding slightly, the two friends tore themselves unobtrusively away from the group and, still grazing, worked their way down the hill.

When they reached a sort of pit that would cover them from watchful eyes, Orchid stopped and went in. Fireweed followed him and the two fell into silence for a while. Until Fireweed asked, "So, what did you want with me Orchid? I was enjoying that story of Nutmeg's. He inherited all the traits of his father, except his for his fur color, it is exactly like his marli's. Well, hurry up, I don't have all day."

"Well, uh… I sort of had a dream sent from El-ahrairah. It…it involved me and, and you. We are meant to find this, this rabbit. And, um, he sounded like it was really important so, so I thought maybe I ought to tell you now so you know. I think we should leave to find him early tomorrow, what do you think?"

"I suppose it's a good idea. But I don't know… I mean, a lot can happen. We could get killed, anything! Aren't you worried?'

"Of course I'm worried Fireweed! That's what makes this seem more like an adventure! I mean, don't you want to be great adventurers like are fathers were? Don't you ever long for adventure?" Orchid's face was lit up, his eyes were shining brightly, and his voice was wistful with awe as he recounted all the tales he had heard from his mother about the feats of his father and his friends.

"Well, alright. I guess. But if something happens, I'm holding you accountable."

"Fireweed! We're on a mission from El-ahrairah himself! How bad can it get?" exclaimed Orchid, and he looked at Fireweed with playful reproachful-ness.

The sun was setting, turning the downs red. Orchid and Fireweed ended their discussion on the grounds that they would go together early tomorrow morning, before anyone was up.

As they meandered up the hillside, they moved from one subject to another, as was the rabbit way. Half-way up, they came upon the field mouse whom Hazel had saved from the kestrel about half a year back. It was reconnoitering around the bottom of the hill. It didn't spot them, and neither of the two bucks went to any great trouble to make it so.

It wasn't that they didn't like the mouse or anything, it was just that, like many of the rabbits, they couldn't really stand the simple hedgerow talk that mice used. And so they passed each other in silence.

By the time they reached the top of the hill, the sun was setting. They were the last rabbits underground apart from Scabious and Threar, who were great friends.

A/N: Okay, some reviews or no more story.