The Rabbit's Convenience Store

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(Blurb five. Hey, buddies, can I have your collections?)

I'm an ambitious rabbit with a convenience store.

Under the cash register in my store, I keep a shotgun; beneath the shelves, I hide a box of explosives; two grenades are concealed in the potted plants, and even the ceiling light hides a sniper rifle...

But not a single animal in this forest understands me. They think I'm cute and cuddly? Hah...

They always find all sorts of excuses to strike up a conversation:

Rabbit, I'll take a bag of cookies~

Rabbit, why don't the rainbow candies you sell have any rainbows in them?~

Rabbit, are marshmallows sweet?~

You bastards, get lost!

I pull a shotgun out from under the cash register. The dagger on my right leg is already strapped on twice over, and the grenade tucked behind my waist should be enough to take care of that whole litter of tiger cubs.

Just as I'm about to head out, I silently put all that gear away again.

My ambitions lie elsewhere now. I have an adopted child, a Holland Lop, though I still don't understand why humans call it that.

But when he comes toddling over, holding out a carrot and some grass as he asks in a soft voice which one I want to eat, I know that the glorious days of the rabbit race are never coming back.

This silly, clueless rabbit. Doesn't he know rabbits eat meat? But I've never told him.

And so, I'm a rabbit full of kindness, truth, and beauty~

I want to bring peace to this forest. Of course, if anyone dares lay a finger on this silly rabbit, I don't mind reducing them to nuclear ashes.

Theme: Striving tirelessly to build a harmonious forest!