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.
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.
"It's okay." Pet pet. "You can get me one when you have hands again." (And are not so fluffy.)
"Well, no, but I can't play swords, either, or ride horses, because I'm still a rabbit," says Jann reproachfully, "and reading books is something you could do for me, while I'm a rabbit, if you had a book with knights, instead of an evil boring book."
"I think I'd be scared of being petted if I was a moth. They're even easier to break than you."
"I guess. Especially if it was a not a talking baby bird carpet. I would have to eat worms and I couldn't even complain about it."