What Are Those Purple Stuff?

Epilogue
A tiny, pale furred bunny slowly crept out from the Bunny Burrow. A feeling of warmth flooded through her as she took in the fresh, clean air. But something was off. She sniffed the air again. ''Rotten carrots? ''she thought. The bunny slowly trotted outside.

No, it was not rotten carrots.

A big, dark purple goo lay on the once beautiful, grassy pasture. The crops were poorly withered, that, although the bunny did not usually regard plants as "living pets", she felt sorry for them. Strange, peculiar swirls criss-crossed from here to there, looking like glowing, purple lines that formed a maze. She stood frozen for a bit. She was extremely curious. After all, she was only a young bunny. Her parents wouldn't mind, as they were asleep.

She pressed a paw down on the goo.

''Squeeelchhh! ''

She retreated immediately, scrubbing her now gooey paw on a patch of clean grass. She hung her head, letting out a tiny, "Ewwww!!"

What were those purple stuff? They had a rank odor, like that of decaying animals.... she shuddered. Surely she hadn't just touched that, decaying matter? And they looked so intimidating... luminous purple colored lines joined together to perform a complex pattern. Surely there wasn't anything as creative as that? She found the purple goo that had invaded their Burrow both amazing and frightening. Maybe next time, she could-

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W.I.P.