Winter has come to the English countryside. Snow had fallen, blanketing the fields and farmlands. The farmers had to save the last of their crops for either the market sale or part of their family feasts on Christmas. The high hills on Watership Down was covered with snow. Fiver, Bluebell and Hawkbit were sniffing the ground for a while until they overheard Kehaar had returned from his flight spreading invitations to all of the animal neighbors on the Down, inviting everyone to join the party. The trio dodged the incoming gull and his crash landing as Kehaar goes tumbling on the snowy surface and crashes into the center tree.

"Lands like a stone, doesn't he?" Hawkbit grunted.

"You okay, Kehaar?" Bluebell asked worriedly.

Sitting up, Kehaar glared at them. "Nice weather, huh?" he asked in mild annoyance, then some snow dropped on his head.

Deep within the burrows, the rabbit community were giving the Honeycomb and the tunnels a touch up with festive mistletoe leaves with berries. The Owsla had gathered, or rather stolen, vegetables for their own special feast from the neighboring farms - The Feast of Frith. Except there was a problem; the flayrah in the storage burrow had grown old, dry and scarce during these last several days; practically uneatable for their feast.

"How can we make a feast out of this dried up lot of leftovers?" Bigwig grumbled at their pile of garbage.

"We're lucky to have any food at all, Bigwig," Blackberry replied. "I've heard that some of the animals are going hungry this year."

Hazel looked down sadly at an old carrot. "We will too if the weather doesn't break soon."

Disheartened, Hannah clasped her paws together. "Hard times ahead, for sure."

"Maybe we should... cancel the feast." Blackberry decided.

Nearby, Lily overheard their discussion and her eyes widened, shocked at such an absurd idea. "You can't do that! You're giving up too easy. I don't want to celebrate Frith's Eve without a feast, and neither does anyone else!"

Unfortunately, Hazel has sided with Blackberry on her suggestion. "Maybe we should."

Appalled, Lily watched as the others left the storage burrow. Her heart ached at the painful surrender her loved ones had demonstrated. Casting one last glance at the dried-up pile of useless vegetables, Lily hopped back to the Honeycomb where her mate and her friends were greeted by the ever-excited Pipkin.

"I'm going to fetch some holly to decorate for the feast." Pipkin was in the highest of spirits for the holiday. "You coming?"

"Uh, we'll see..." Bigwig replied.

"The days will get longer now!" Pipkin cutely leapt up and down, eager for the festivities to get started. "Won't they? The Feast of Frith is just the best time of year! Right, Father?"

Bigwig's heart melted to see his adopted son so exhilarated that he did not have the heart to tell him the feast is canceled. It could put a damper on Pipkin's spirit, and judging by the guilty frowns on Hazel and Blackberry's faces, including Lily's expression reading the 'You planning to break his heart?' kind of look. "Yeah. That's right, Pipkin."

"The sun will shine down and make everything warm and green again! The Feast of Frith is just the best time of year! Isn't it?" And just like that, Pipkin dashed back toward a small group of kits whom had gathered to snatch more hollies for the decorations.

"Oh..." Bigwig sighed woefully. "Are you going to tell him, or should I?"

"I don't think either of us should." Lily shook her head.

Just then, Kehaar entered the Honeycomb shaking bits of snow off his body. He flapped his wings rapidly to get rid of the snow, sprinkling it everywhere.

"Steady on, Kehaar! No need to bring the outdoors indoors." Poor Dandelion got snow on his face when he unknowingly stood close to the gull.

Lily could not help it but she giggled at the sight of Dandelion as a snow rabbit.

"Okay, fine! You go deliver invitations then!" Kehaar exclaimed with slight irritation, and then calmed down a bit when he approached Hazel's group. "Kehaar do like you say, invite neighbors to feast as well as they bring their own food for the feast. Voles coming, Yona the hedgehog coming..." he stopped when he noticed his friends' reactions were less enthusiastic. "What's wrong with your faces? Kehaar do something wrong?"

"You did fine," Bigwig quickly assured him. "But there isn't enough food. We may have to cancel the whole thing."

The group silently watched the other rabbits either decorating, engaged in polite conversation or playing games. Pipkin had pounced on Fiver in a game of Tail Tag. Hyzenthlay had nuzzled Holly under a mistletoe, making his gray furry cheeks turn bright red. Everyone looked so happy, how could they break the disappointing news to the entire warren of their dilemma?

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Lily pressed.

"No..." Hazel finally realized she was in the right, "no, we can't do that. We can't let the warren down. We'll raid the farm and bring back flayrah for everyone."

The chief rabbit plans at once to round up a small group to raid the farm and steal more flayrah for the warren. Hazel and Bigwig had selected Fiver, Kehaar, Hawkbit and Dandelion to go with them. They traversed outside where the clouds had grown darker, making it hard to tell if its nighttime or the afternoon. A single snowflake cascaded down from the sky and landed on Dandelion's nose. Then, a whole shower of snowflakes cascaded from the heavens above.

"It would've been a beautiful sight to watch if not for our problem." Lily awed at the snowfall surrounding her and the others.

"Looks like it'll get worse before it gets better." Clover worried at the falling snow.

"We'll be back soon, I promise." Hazel assured his mate and embraced her with an affectionate muzzle.

"The weather's the least of our worries. This time of year, the elil will get hungry too." Bigwig stared out at the horizon, his face turning seriously grim when he heard the distance eerie howl of a wolf.

The wolf's cry made everyone tense, although the bucks were determined to get their flayrah.

"Please be careful." Lily approached her ever courageous mate, burying her face in his chest and embracing him. "Oh, I wish I could go with you."

"I know, but I need you here to look after the little ones." Bigwig gave her a brief kiss on the forehead and returned her embrace with equal affection. "We'll be back soon. That's a promise."

"Right, let's go!" Hazel was ready to leave.

Nodding, Kehaar takes flight at once but he kept a low profile on Hazel's band as the bucks made their journey to the farm.

Clover, Lily, Blackberry, Hannah and Pipkin watched their loved ones disappear downhill, just as the snow continued pouring downward signaling the upcoming approach of a storm.

"It's a hard cold night to be away from home," Hannah stated.

Everyone trotted back inside the Honeycomb. Taking her mind off the storm and her dreaded concern for Bigwig and the others, Lily decided to keep herself entertained by aiding the other rabbits with the decorations. Thinking back on all those times at Ridgeway Farm, the humans often placed a Christmas tree in the center of the living room. What if she got one for the rabbits before Bigwig and the gang come back? It'll be a surprise for them. All she needed is a tree or a plant small enough to fit the Honeycomb.

Venturing back outside, Lily scoured the entire area. She did not mind the snow, having played in it once with Henry back on Ridgeway farm. The trees on the Down are way too big for decorating. What she needed is something small and short. There had to be one somewhere around here. Ears cocked up when she heard a distance crash downhill. Looking down, Lily's eyes caught a red pick-up truck driving pass by with a heavy load of Christmas stuff in the trunk, which unfortunately due to the icy roads, something green and leafy bounced out and tumbled in the snow.

"Hmm, this might be what I'm looking." Lily did not care what it is or where it came from. For all she knew, she had found the perfect mini tree to use as a Christmas tree.

"What are you looking at?" a voice asked her from behind, and once Lily looked back, she saw Clover standing there with a raised eyebrow.

"I was just thinking about new ways to decorate the Honeycomb for Frith's Eve," Lily explained. "And I want to put a Christmas tree inside the warren, where everyone can marvel at all its brilliance."

Clover pondered it over for a moment. "I do recall the little girl and her parents celebrate this Christmas back on the farm. She often brought me and the does plenty of flayrah for a special treat at this time of year."

"Just as long as the cats stay out of our way." Haystack had just emerged from a burrow, joined by Boxwood. "Last year, we had carrots and lettuce and blueberries... Hmm-Mmm!" She closed her eyes, hummed in thought flashbacking to their time devouring so much flayrah in their hutch.

"If that's the case, then would you does be willing to help a fellow hutch rabbit bring that stuff up here?" Lily silently hoped they'd do it. "I'd like to use them to create a special Frith's Eve surprise for Bigwig, Hazel and the others when they return home."

To her relief, the does nodded in varying agreement.

Carefully, they trudged down the enormous hillock to the spot where Lily had seen the man's stuff had fallen off the truck. Imagine her delight upon finding the mini pine tree lying half up in the snow. The does took turns carrying the tree up the Down, which proved to be quite difficult as a result of the slippery or very deep snow.


Meanwhile back in the warren, Pipkin had just finished in putting up another mistletoe on the wall. "There! Frith's promise where everyone can see it." He smiled, admiring his handiwork. "How's that look, Blackberry?"

Blackberry was standing close to Primrose by the front entrance, having stuffed it up with straw to keep put the cold air. "Aw, lovely. Maybe a few sprigs on the other one would be nice."

Following where her extended paw pointed, Pipkin took off at once to collect more mistletoes, rushing past Holly and Strawberry in the process.

"Hello... anybody home?" came a familiar feminine voice outside the wall of straw.

Primrose used her paws and mouth to remove the straw pile, and there stood Yona the hedgehog covered head to toe in snow.

"Ohh, awfully nippy out there," Yona said, shaking the snow off her little body and walked inside. "Feast start yet?"

"Not yet, Yona, come in." Primrose smiled. "Welcome to our home."

"Didn't want to miss a moment. Never been to feast before." Yona trudged onward, examining her surroundings with intrigue. "Oh, nice home."

Watching her, Primrose put a paw up to the side of her as she whispered to Blackberry, "I think she's the type who's first to arrive and last to leave."

Still cold, Yona needed a place to warm up. She found a nice cozy spot wedging herself between two does, both whom gasped sharply at the hedgehog's sharp needles jabbing them when she threw herself at them. Nevertheless, Yona was already making herself at home.


Outside, the hutch does were experiencing a hard time trying to get up the hill with their tree. More than once, four feet of snow had them trapped inside small holes or they would slip on the ice.

"Ugh! We'll never get back up the hill!" Boxwood grumbled.

"There has to be something we can do." Haystack looked around to find anything or anyone that could help them.

Luck was not on their side and the storm is growing worse by the second. Lily refused to give up, attempting to make one try at pulling the tree up the hill. Suddenly she lost her footing and slipped. Both she and the mini tree tumbled downward, transforming into a rapidly growing snowball. The does dodged the giant snowball, watching it collide against the bottom of a pylon with a crash.

"Oh, Lily!" The does exclaimed worriedly.

The does hurried over toward the pylon to find and make sure their fellow hutch rabbit is not seriously injured. Fortunately, she was not hurt as Lily's head pops out of the snow pile, brushing her face off to rub the frost out her eyes.

"I'm okay," she assured them. "We need a better plan to get this tree up the hill. If Hazel were here, he'd know what to do."

"But he isn't here." Clover reminded her, feeling a bit frustrated that things were not going their way. She grasper her paw to her chin, thinking deeply. And that was when El-ahrairah struck down inspiration upon her. "That's it! I know a different way to get in!"

The does looked at her, baffled.

"We don't have to go up the hill, we can go through it!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Boxwood looked puzzled.

"Follow me!" Quickly, Clover hurried the does to unbury Lily and the tree and, on Clover's command, took turns carrying the tree all the way to the riverbank where the water had become completely frozen.

Nearby, the curtain where there used to be willow vines had become leaning, bent over, dead branches. The tunnel was there and exposed, which seemed to concern the does as they carefully climbed down the bank and headed for the tunnel.

"Do you think an Efrafan patrol or elil would find this hole in the winter?" Haystack shuddered.

Clover had almost gone tharn on the spot. "Now that you mention it, we should have it dug up after we get inside, just in case." She was glad somebody mentioned it, because neither Hazel nor the others have.

The does cautiously pushed the mini tree inside the tunnel and, once they made it inside, Lily kicked her back legs to start an avalanche behind her, burying the open hole behind her. Satisfied, the does trudged on the slippery ice to make their way home.

The cavern still looked the same even in winter, even the tiny waterfall had frozen up. The does hauled their tree up on the shore, making their way toward the large opening high above. Using a pathway that had been dug up and built by Blackberry long ago, they successfully climbed to the top and never stopped until they reached their destination: the Honeycomb.

During their long troubles with the tree, many more guests had arrived at the warren; bats, moles, water moles, voles, muskrats, chipmunks, hedgehogs, squirrels and blue jays. All of them, even Ruffle the moorhen, Slate the turtle, Darkling the bat, and even Drumlin the mole, were invited. Surprisingly, Bark the badger had come to the party as well. Hannah was recently engaged in civil conversation with some critters about her adventures with the rabbits.

Pipkin and Basil were curiously sniffing at a snoozing bat until he opened his eyes and spread his wings out. He did not mean to frighten them, but it did. Basil ran off like a scared chicken. Pipkin accidently collided his backside against a pile of acorns the squirrels had recently set up. The impact spilled acorns across the warren's floor and Holly had the misfortune to step on them, slipping and falling on his stomach.

"Are you all right, dear?" Hyzenthlay rushed to her mate's aide, then glared at the young buck for his carelessness.

"Sorry!" Pipkin apologized.

By the entrance, Primrose and Blackberry kept a close watch on everyone enjoying one another's company and preparing the food they had collected from their homes as part of the feast.

"It looks like the whole countryside turned up," Blackberry awed, which gradually morphed to concern. "I don't see how Hazel and the others could possibly find enough food for everyone."

Primrose understood what she meant, now starting to notice it had been a while since the chief rabbit departed. "They should've been back by now."

"I know..."

"Do you know what Flitz told me?" Pipkin had suddenly come over with an elated grin on his face. "Flitz is a bat. He finds his way in the dark listening to echoes and he eats bugs. I wonder if Hazel will bring back bugs." He rushed off back to rejoin the party.

Listening to the young buck's excited chitchat about a bat did not seem to brighten Primrose's spirit.

"Try not to worry, Primrose," Blackberry assured her. "They'll come home safe..." Then something else caught her attention. "What in Frith's name?"

Both of them were genuinely stunned to see Lily and her hutch companions hauling a small pine tree inside the Honeycomb chamber. The four does either collapsed to the floor or leaned against the wall, catching their breath. Their newfound treasure earned them many bewildered reactions from the rest of the inhabitants, some whispering why on earth did they bring in a tree.

Approaching them, Blackberry inquired in a non-interrogating manner, "What have you girls been doing? And where did you get that..." she sniffed the branches and recognized the species, "pine tree?"

"We found it in the snow after it fell off a hrududu," Lily explained, managing to stand up and regain her strength. "I know humans use trees bigger than this one for Christmas, so I thought what if we brought one here and decorated it, as to surprise Bigwig and the others when they return?"

"What's Christmas?" Primrose wondered.

"It's a holiday every winter when humans get together with friends and families to spend time with their loved ones, either eating or exchanging gifts. They actually celebrate it around the same time we do for Frith's Eve. Truthfully, I always enjoyed Christmas, so imagine my surprise when we found this little tree in the snow, looking for a snug berth!"

"Hmm, it does sounds similar to Frith's Eve..." Blackberry looked at the tree thoughtfully and then back at the four hutch rabbits. "Well, it's not something we do every Frith's Eve to decorate a tree..." the black furred doe almost tensed up worriedly when she saw the puppy dog eyes Lily was making in order to convince her, "but, how did you get it back up the Down? It's slippery out there."

"We used the tunnel to the cavern," Clover replied.

Blackberry looked at them, reading the expressions on their faces and she glanced at Primrose before making a decision to allow them to keep the tree for the festivities. After thinking it over and seeing how much work the does had put into it, they smiled lightly and nodded approvingly.

Delighted, the four hutch rabbits smiled gratefully.

Just then, Pipkin came rushing over. "The squirrels want to know when the Feast starts. They're hungry."

"Squirrels are always hungry." Primrose gave a shrug.

By now, Pipkin had seen the miniature pine tree. He sniffed it curiously. "Oooh…where did you find a small tree?"

"My friends and I found it," Lily told him with a grin. "We're going to have our very own Christmas tree right here in the warren. Do we have anything left used to decorate the tree?"

"Well, I do have a few hollies." And then, Pipkin's elated grin morphed to concern and dread. It had been quite a long while ever since his friends had left the warren to get more food. "Hazel and Father and the others aren't back yet, are they?"

"Not yet," Blackberry said.

"They're alright, aren't they? I mean, they'll be home soon, won't they?"

Before anyone can respond to his questions, a loud tearful wailing startled them. The rabbits looked over their shoulders and Kehaar entered the chamber, his heart overwhelmed with sorrow and misery.

"Oh, gone!" he wept.

"Kehaar, what's wrong?" Primrose inquired.

"Hazel... Fiver... Bigwig..." the gull exclaimed, "everybody's... not coming back!"

Pipkin gasped, fearing the worst.

"I leave them to go up, up above clouds to find a way home... then I come back down, Hazel and everybody's gone!"

"Gone? Where?"

"Kehaar look everywhere... no tracks, no nothing..." That's when Kehaar knew he had to break the heart-wrenching news of the reason why his friends are gone forever, "Just... just fox."

Primrose's face paled. "No..."

Lily could not believe her ears. Tears in her eyes burst like a waterfall as this sudden loss drained her plans of preparing a Christmas tree all for nothing. Despair written on her face and her heart ached for her mate who risked his life to go out and collect more flayrah. If she had gone with him, it should have been her.

For Clover, her blood turned cold. Sick and horrified, tears of grief streamed down her face, feeling her heart break in two. The loss and shock were too much for her to bare. Haystack and Boxwood began to cry, mourning for the losses of Hawkbit and Dandelion. And finally, Kehaar burst into a fit of uncontrollable wailing which was loud enough to grab the attention of everyone else in the Honeycomb.

Pipkin wanted to cry as his lips trembled, but something inside him reprimanded him not to do it. He felt anger, refusing to accept the losses so easily like the adults did. "They're not gone! Hazel and the others will come back! It's Frith's Eve, they have to come home!"

"Now, Pipkin-" Clover tried to make him stop to no avail.

"No, you listen! I refuse to believe they're gone! Have you not checked for corpses or blood, Kehaar?"

Taken aback, Kehaar did not know why the young buck asked such questions. "Uhh, no I have not."

"Then it sounds impossible for them to be gone just like that! I've seen it happen before with Violet when the hawk got her. Blood and fur and feathers were all that's left of her, but there aren't any signs of that when you saw the fox!"

Of course, the entire crowd had gathered round demanding explanations of whatever Kehaar is crying about and what happened. The gull sadly retold his tale to everyone and, just like that, this dreadful loss drained their spirits. Clover's and Lily's children were more distressed and emotionally broken than the rest of the community. Everyone shed tears of grief and sorrow, gathering together to utter their prayers, "My heart has joined a thousand, for my friends stopped running today."

"It's not gonna be same round here," Kehaar sighed, devastated. "Hazel, good rabbit. Bigwig, good rabbit. Fiver, good rabbit."

"No!" Pipkin had quite enough of this. "They can't be gone, not now!"

"Bad things can happen any time, Pipkin. Even on Frith's Eve." Blackberry tried explaining it to him.

"Dandelion has to tell the story of El-ahrairah and the Great Freeze. He tells it every year!"

"Maybe not this year..."

Pipkin could not let himself be discouraged. "But... but he always does!"

"You could tell it," Primrose suggested softly. "You're old enough now. And I'm sure Dandelion will be proud to have you take his place. Just this once. I'll help you out if you forget any bits."

"Go on, Pipkin. We'd all love to hear the story." Blackberry further encouraged him.

"Good story," Kehaar smiled, for once after what happened. "Good for Kehaar's sad heart. Tell story, Pipkin."

Face scrunched up, Pipkin contemplated this for a moment. "Alright," he relented. Climbing up on top of the embedded boulder, the young kit looked down to see everyone had gathered round to listen to the story. He mustered up the courage to do this, doing it for Dandelion's sake.

There was a time when the world never got dark or cold because Frith was always in the sky watching the world he made and all the animals in it. But one day, he left the sky and went away. The world grew very, very cold. And snow covered all of the grass. Soon, there was no food.

El-ahrairah and Rabscuttle went to the rescue. They traveled to visit Prince Rainbow, who lived in the sky. When they got there, they asked, "Where did Frith go?"

Prince Rainbow told them that Frith went to visit the stars to find out the secret of the universe.

El-ahrairah knew that his people could not survive without Frith. And so, he came up with a plan to trick Frith into coming back to the world. He told Prince Rainbow that he and Rabscuttle would make tracks in the snow, which would spell out the secret of the universe.

Then El-ahrairah asked Prince Rainbow to get Frith to come and read the message. Sure enough, Frith returned in the sky and shone down to read the message. The warmth of his rays started to melt the snow and El-ahrairah's message.

Frith had been tricked. The grass began to grow again, and Frith realized that he had been missed. He knew he had been unfair to all the animals and he said, "Even though I might go away to visit my other worlds, I would always come back." Frith made the holly and the ivy which stayed green all winter. They are Frith's promise, no matter how cold the winter or how deep the snow, we will be warm again. And the grass will grow, always and forever. Frith will always come back. He promised…

"...and Hazel will come back, too. Because he promised."

This story touched Kehaar's soul so much that he started to cry again. Instead, these were tears of renewed hope. "Pipkin tells truth. Hazel always keep promise." He took a deep breath. "Kehaar give up too easy. I go find Hazel! I promise!" With this vow, the gull exited the warren and began to search for Hazel's group one last time without surrendering into his fears.

As everyone watched him leave, Clover thought up another plan that could help lift everyone's spirits. "Why don't we decorate the tree until he comes back?"

Though hesitant, Lily nodded. "I suppose..."

They found a few leftover holly and ivy plants, putting them on the branches where everyone can see them. Next, Pipkin and his siblings rushed outside to bring in a few snow crystals to give the tree a delicate aura. Strawberry used her old skills to carve the crystals into rabbit heads. Even though she had done this back in Cowslip's warren, it felt great to put them to good use.

By the time they had finished, they took a long break to rest up. Time passed, and Kehaar had still not returned with Hazel's group. Despite Pipkin's word, the critters were disheartened and feared the worst had come. The animals started to leave for home, muttering their condolences to the rabbits. There was nothing the rabbits could do, but they understood and could not keep them here longer.

"Sorry it turned out this way," Blackberry apologized.

"Thank you all for coming," Primrose responded. "But I wish we had food. I wish..." her voice cracked, no longer able to hold it in, "I wish Hazel was here."

"Same here." Lily was so distressed that she lay flat on her stomach, not the least concerned if the snow made her shiver. "I wish my Bigwig is here."

"There ARE here! Everybody fine! They come home!" Everyone looked up and to their surprise, Kehaar was circling the air, overjoyed.

At this, the animals halted in their tracks and stared at the gull, not sure if he was telling the truth or if he had lost his mind.

"You found them!" Primrose and Clover cheered.

"Oh, thank Frith!" Lily sat upward instantly.

The does gasped when Kehaar came crash landing in the snow, which is soft enough for him instead of receiving a rough tumble on the hard ground. The rabbits rushed toward the pile of snow where the gull had landed.

Kehaar's head pops out. "Find them? I bring them back!" he laughed. "Like I promised!"

Standing on the edge of the hillock, there stood Hazel, tired yet triumphant. And he was not alone. Bigwig lolloped over the hill, carrying a carrot in his mouth. Fiver, Hawkbit, Dandelion and several more rabbits the Watership rabbits had never seen before. All of them carried flayrah in their mouths.

"Didn't I tell you!" Pipkin puffed his chest cheerfully.

"I should've known you were right, Pipkin!" Primrose admitted, though nevertheless glad to see her friends are safe.

The ecstatic young buck threw himself in Hazel's arms, embracing him. Though surprised, Hazel returned the hug. Soon, Clover and her children came galloping over to lung themselves in Hazel's embrace. Hazel got winded by the sudden pounce, but he laughed heartily and was soon covered in kisses and hugs.

"You've come back!" Pipkin exclaimed.

"Was there any doubt about it?" Hazel smiled.

And last but not least, Lily's relieved smile beams as she nuzzles Bigwig's neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "I thought you were gone forever!"

"Nothing can keep this Owsla Captain down." Bigwig slowly and tenderly leans in to kiss her, humming in content. While Lily returned the kiss, she noticed a golden furred doe staring at them with adoration. She withdrew from the kiss, gesturing at the doe. "Oh, I forgot. Lass, this here is Buttercup," Bigwig made the introductions.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," Buttercup greeted politely.

"Nice to meet you as well," Lily replied. "But, how did you manage to find my friends and-"

"It's a long story, but we should discuss it during the Feast."

Entering the warren, Hazel's group were given a heartwarming cheer by the inhabitants as they were welcomed home. They were even more surprised to find a small pine tree in the center of the Honeycomb, the crystals gleaming brightly and the hollies and ivies made it look very grand. Once Lily explained what it is and her intentions, the bucks were quite touched by her kindness. What's more touching is their story of how they got lost, ended up at Buttercup's warren inside a human yard where the humans actually treat the rabbits really well and left plenty of food for creatures going hungry in winter, surprising everyone except for Lily, who knew that whether it was Frith's Eve or Christmas Eve, all creatures were treated more like equals around this time. A quiet, mutually understood peace that all could recognize.

Yes…this had indeed turned out to be a truly wonderful Frith's Eve for all of the animals on Watership Down.