"Bing's place? For starters, its been like that for less than a decade. Originally, it was like a resort. People from all over would come to stay the weekend, and there was always a bunch of tickling going on. Gauss and I used to save up and go there every couple of months for a few days."
"A friend of yours?"
"My brother. I was up there trying to bail him out of there, but they captured me instead."
"Damn. What happened to the place?"
"I honestly don't know. Most of the people think that Bing went rotten, but I don't buy it. He was a nice enough guy; even tickled eachother once or twice."
"Then what happened?"
"I heard that he left in the middle of a power struggle when someone tried to make a real business out of it."
"Hey Glenn" says a brown hare from under his straw hat. His shady stand faces away from the beach and apparently sells nothing but foodstuffs.
"Hey Pan" groans Glenn as he heaves the baskets onto the counter. "How's life?"
"Same old, same old. Who's the blue guy?"
"Just a friend of mine," responds Glenn casually.
"Whatever you say, chief." Pan rummages under the counter to find a small pouch, presumably full of coin, which he throws to Glenn. "Take it easy, aiight?"
"You too," says Glenn, who pockets the pouch and keeps moving.
Finally, the town comes into view. It's mostly a two-story town made entirely of wood with broad alleyways. Everyone in sight is a bunny, and there is no shortage of them. Big fat ones who shake with laughter, little grey ones who trip over eachother playing games in the street, and spindly brown ones peddling their wares.
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