The rabbit muttered to himself, looking a little awkward, and spent quite some time walking through the grass, which was hardly deep. It was not because he had argued with Ruger or anything like that. This was simply how he was. He always liked spending time with these furry fellows, yet sometimes grew awkward around them. He could boast endlessly and explain rules with impeccable logic, but sometimes he simply did not know how to get along with his friends.
Suddenly, the dawdling Tuzel shivered. Unable to stand his dithering any longer, Ruger had sent him a thoroughly sincere Spirit Fur Nourishment.
The rabbit shook himself and finally emerged from the grass.
"Oh, look, look! This plate isn't in the right place. And here-we measured the width of this table together. Like this, then like this. Now that's the most beautiful arrangement. Look, line them up with this round fellow in the middle-"
Tuzel strode up to the table and began a lengthy lecture, pointing out details everywhere.
Watching his appearance and manner, Ruger could tell from the subtle changes in his expression that Tuzel was happy. As the rabbit pointed things out, he naturally noticed that the entire table was covered with his favorite foods, prepared for him by Aisijin and the others. Dish after dish filled the long table. Of course, that did nothing to stop the stream of criticism pouring from his mouth. Perhaps the happier and more excited he became, the less control he had over it.
An ordinary person would probably find the rabbit difficult to get along with, but Aisijin and the others were just right for him. None of them resented having their painstaking, time-consuming preparations picked apart. Instead, they listened carefully to his criticism. Serious Mouse, in particular, had even forgotten to