The Bad Fox -v0.9- -beachside Bunnies- Now

Then he vanished into the dunes, leaving behind only a set of paw prints and one perfectly sun-warmed, unguarded carrot.

They had no idea.

The first sniff came from Lily. Her nose twitched. Her ears shot up. The Bad Fox -v0.9- -Beachside Bunnies-

Bruce woke with a start, the whoopee cushion blasting like a foghorn. Pip shrieked at the fish on his foot. In seconds, the beach erupted: bunnies cannonballing into the surf, tripping over sandcastles, and—in one spectacular case—zipping Bruce into his own striped beach bag. Then he vanished into the dunes, leaving behind

Nick’s muzzle curled into a smirk. This was the upgrade. No more clumsy sprints into the henhouse. No more alarms. Version 0.9 was sleek. Patient. He’d been watching the Beachside Bunnies for three days. He knew that the one with the floppy hat—Lily—always left the cooler of carrot sticks unguarded. That the big one, Bruce, snored so loud he masked footsteps. And that the little one, Pip, buried his favorite flip-flop exactly four inches south of the blue umbrella. Her nose twitched