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

The salt air carried the scent of coconut oil and panic.

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. The Bad Fox -v0.9- -Beachside Bunnies-

Nick’s stomach growled. Not for rabbit meat. Version 0.9 ran on something sweeter: chaos . The salt air carried the scent of coconut oil and panic