"Eh, is that a rabbit?" Anne exclaimed as she noticed a snow-white rabbit by the vending machine. The creature's fur was clean, in contrast to its surroundings.
"How does it look so clean? It's not even wet despite jumping in the pool of water," Anne remarked as she continued to observe the creature.
Leo looked at the creature carefully, thoughts of grilling it going through his mind, but such thoughts immediately vanished when he noticed the scarf around its neck.
The rabbit, who had not noticed the two, jumped up and down in the water, its fur still as dry as the desert. It leaped and disappeared mid-air, reappearing on the surface of the water with a tadpole in hand.
A rabbit, which was normally a herbivore, was now gnawing on a tadpole the size of a grown man's fist. Reddish-brown liquid gushed out of the tadpole's body as the rabbit bit into it, but surprisingly, the liquid—the tadpole's blood—bounced off the rabbit's fur, unable to stain its purity.
