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Jann is minding his own business. He is playing by himself in the courtyard with a wooden sword: this definitely constitutes minding his own business. Nothing that follows is his fault.
"And then I wouldn't be a rabbit. So that would be fine too. Put me down? I want to see if I can get better at hopping if I'm going to have to do it for a whole day."
Jann attempts hopping.
He's not too bad at it. He manages to take a flying leap onto a table and then off of it again.
He's not too bad at it. He manages to take a flying leap onto a table and then off of it again.
Milo follows him around. Chasing rabbits, even - perhaps especially - cousinly rabbits, turns out to be the height of entertainment.
Jann is mostly disinclined to be caught, although he doesn't object to attempts, he just eludes them.
Anyway it's mostly the chasing that's fun. Whee!
This time, Milo is lucky enough not to fall or run into anything, so he only has the one broken arm to deal with for the next week or so while it heals.
This time, Milo is lucky enough not to fall or run into anything, so he only has the one broken arm to deal with for the next week or so while it heals.
Jann eventually has to explain to his mother why he is a rabbit. He gets a lecture about letting his cousin talk him into things he knows better than to do, and then she pets him, which he allows, and then she puts him to bed, which is kind of comically huge for a rabbit but what can you do.
The next morning Milo trips on his blanket getting out of bed and shatters his right hip. This makes him exceptionally cranky; broken legs always do, because he can't walk on them until they're at least mostly healed, but the hip means he can't even get out of bed for the next several days. And he's never broken a hip this badly before, so he doesn't know how long it's actually going to be until he can use it again.
"Tonight I can stop being a rabbit," says Jann. This is good news and should therefore be cheering. "Mother made me eat vegetables for breakfast because she doesn't think I'd better have anything good while I'm a rabbit." This is minor misfortune that has befallen Jann and is not directly Milo's fault, and will probably also be cheering.
"They still taste like vegetables! I guess they're sort of interesting to chew, but they still taste like vegetables."
"Maybe. I don't know which. I'm a talking rabbit, I don't think most rabbits talk, so I don't know about other rabbits."
"I wonder if you can talk to other animals now, like how dragons can talk to cats without being witches."
"I tried to talk to one of the dogs that's around and it just barked and it sounded like barking. I haven't tried any cats though."
Milo considers this quandary.
"When you're a person again and my hip is better I can go touch the rabbit carpet and then you can pet me," he offers.
"When you're a person again and my hip is better I can go touch the rabbit carpet and then you can pet me," he offers.
"Oooh," says Jann, this appealing both to his sense of fairness and his sense of fluff. "...Wait, but you're not allowed in the treasure rooms anymore."
"I never said I wouldn't go in them," Milo points out, this being the crucial distinction as far as Milo is concerned. "It wouldn't be that hard to sneak in, I bet. And if I did it right when there was gonna be a new moon, I could just go outside when you were done petting me and nobody might even know."