Quoted By:
Minutes ago he would have stopped by all means to pick up any berries accidentally dropped in his haste, but now, now that doesn't even matter. The bunny's life is at stake, what matters more is getting at least *SOME* berries back.
Unfortunately, the dropped trail he leaves behind proves to be the sealing of his fate.
"AAAGH!"
He trips on a deathly root.
The berries spill all over the place, out of his cheek pouches, his ears, his arms, they're all discarded all over the place. The hare notices the shadows are still approaching, in an effort to make for some progress, the Bunnelby grabs four or five berries of the many that he's stolen.
It's not much, but it'll do.
He attempts to run again, only for sharp pain to pierce him in his foot.
"OW! Ow, ow, ow!" he drops the berries again and collapses to the ground. That last trip twisted his seemingly lucky rabbit's foot. So much for good fortune. Desperate to get away, the Bunnelby crawls, he crawls as fast as his freaking ears and stubby little arms can take him.
He is immediately ambushed seconds later.
So close. So, so close.
