Stan and Kyle had just finished telling the story of their escape from Efrafa.

"Gee, you fellas sure were lucky to get outta there alive!" Butters marveled.

"I know," said Stan. "I just wish there was something we could do for the other rabbits in Efrafa. Except for the officers, none of them seemed too happy there. Especially not poor Blackavar, who was always getting beaten."

Just then four big rabbits appeared at the edge of the slope. They were Captain Campion and his patrol.

"Who are those guys?" Wendy asked.

"They look like turds," Shelly muttered.

"They're from Efrafa," Stan said quietly. "They must have tracked us here. The leader is named Campion. He's Woundwort's second in command."

Campion and the others kept approaching. When they got up close to the South Down rabbits, Campion said, "Well, well. Look wot we have here. A couple of escapees. An' it seems they have some friends wid 'em, too. Looks like they weren't tellin' us the truth about bein' the only survivors o' their ould warren."

Stan looked Campion square in the eye and told him, "You're on our territory now, and if you know what's good for you, you'll clear off and leave us alone. As far as we're concerned, our dealings with Efrafa are finished."

"Ye may think that," replied Campion, "but ye'll find 'tis otherwise. You, Kyle, and Mysterion are comin' wid us, an' so are all these others."

"Why, so you can try to execute us again? No thanks," said Kyle.

Campion glanced nervously from side to side. He had been putting on a bold face, but he hadn't expected to find so many rabbits here. He knew he and his rabbits were outnumbered. "It ain't up t'me to decide wot happens to yer," he said. "That's the General's job."

Strawberry spoke up suddenly. "Will you listen to yourself? This isn't how rabbits are supposed to act. Animals don't behave like men. If they have to fight, they fight, and if they have to kill, they kill. But they aren't meant to sit down and set their wits to work to devise ways of spoiling other creatures' lives and hurting them, like your general does. They have dignity and animality."

"Strawberry's right," said Stan. "You don't have to take orders off that maniac forever, Campion. If all the rabbits in Efrafa decided to rise up against Woundwort, you could be rid of him in a day. You could just throw him out."

Campion looked uncomfortable. "We could never be doin' that. That'd be mutiny. Besides, even if we were to try somethin' like that, I'm sure the ould General 'ud be strong enough ter thrash the whole lot of us. Sure an' they say he's first cousin to the Black Rabbit hisself. Why, wid me own two eyes I once saw the General kill an owl single pawed! An' it was a big un, too!"

"Well, that may be," said Stan. "But I know one thing. You're not taking us anywhere. We've got you outnumbered by nearly four to one. If it comes to a fight, you might be able to kill a few of us, but we'll win in the end. I think you'd be better off if you just went back to your general and told him you never found us."

Mackey agreed. "We don't want any trouble, m'kay? Just walk away an' everything will be fine."

Stan and Campion just stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. But finally, Campion averted his gaze from Stan. "Come on," he said to his soldiers. "Let's be gettin' back to Efrafa. We'll see wot the General has t'say about this."

Campion turned and marched down the hill again, and his compatriots followed.

As soon as they were gone, the South Down rabbits set up a cheer. Wendy gave Stan a big hug. "You were so brave, standing up to them like that!"

Stan didn't smile back at her. "Just be glad Woundwort wasn't there," he said. "If he had been, he wouldn't have backed off like Campion did. He would've fought us until either we were all dead or he was. And this isn't the end. When Woundwort finds out where we are, he'll probably come here with his entire army."

Shelly made a fist and pounded her other paw with it. "Woundwort can't find out where we are if those guys don't make it back to tell him. Why don't we go after 'em and kill 'em? You said it yourself, Stan, we outnumber them!"

Stan shook his head. "No, Shelly. I'm not like Woundwort. I don't want to kill other rabbits if I can avoid it."

"Well, they're not taking me," said Cartman. "If Woundwort's army does come, I'll fight them with everything I've got, crippled leg or no."

"Me too," said Kenny.

"We don't have much time to prepare," said Kyle. "Campion and them will probably arrive back at Efrafa in the middle of the night if they travel without stopping. And Woundwort could have the army ready to march by tomorrow morning. It only took me and Stan one day to get from here to Efrafa. A whole army of rabbits might take a little longer, but not much. I'd say they'll be on our doorstep within 48 hours at the most."

"Okay," said Stan. "Well, we'd better get to work stopping up all the entrances to our warren, except for the main one. That way, when they attack, there'll only be one spot to defend."

"Good idea," said Wendy.