I sat and glared without moving for ages. It became obvious that whatever had tried to attack me behind the hay dispenser was scared of my fierce attitude and did not plan to show its face. Maybe it had run away in fright! I was victorious! I, the mighty Freckles, had once again protected my territory and reigned supreme over all I surveyed. This is the kind of brave deed that is written down in the history books.
Since I obviously wasn’t going to see any battle action soon, I took a moment to groom myself. Being fierce and brave takes a lot out of a bunny!