The yarn of the Dawn!

The beating of the fawns hooves could not be heard over the crackling of the fire and the Bramblemas spirit therefore it was a surprise that a short hour later a guard ran in, an arrow protruding from his stomach shouting that the evil Dawn was at the gates. Silence fell over the Long Burrow for a split second. Shouts and cries followed and the whole warren had become a loud commotion. 

Conny, Carlos and Catkin were standing at the door of he secret exit with huge draw-string bags wrapped around their little shoulders. Little Catkin had know idea what was going on but all he knew was that his Bramblemas sandwich meal had been interrupted. Conny had been given a yellowish map that she was told to follow but she knew nothing of the art of orienteering. Carlos however was a clever rabbit, in fact the cleverest in South Carrotshire.

The heat spilled across Black Sand Dessert and the the band of rabbits thought they were in a kiln, moreover each reflection looked like an oasis. The sand was like fire on the soft, padded paws of the three little rabbits. Carlos lead the little tribe, the withered map scrunched up in his paw. The desert looking never ending, the horizon was a line of ochre sand. 

Soon the rabbits’ mouths were like paper and they hadn’t had water for at least five hours. Suddenly, baby Catkin began crying, all they needed now is a huge oasis. Conny picked him up and began walking wearily across the sand. Twelve hours of walking through a boiling dessert did not do much good to tiny little rabbits and there mind began to play tricks on them; trees and lakes began to pop up in front of them and the disappointment of the mirages was unthinkable. 

Finally they came to the border gates, however they were not safe here. On the North side of the gates there was a swamp, the swamp of the Loopwings. The gates opened revealing Silver Gate Bridge. It spanned for three miles across the biggest river in the Isles Of Halti. The river was red and shiny and the current rolled across the water at three hundred miles per hour. The colossal bridge was a whopping three hundred metres high so the ascent was a gruelling one mile up. Carlos began to worry weather they would make it over the bridge in time. 

They finished the descent after a long three hours of walking. A pale wing poked out of the crimson mud and a few seconds later, little Catkin was poking the red spike. A creature had been disturbed in the midst of a slumber and a winged monkey emerged from the goo. It was the ancient Loopwing from the story of St Oak IV, the king killed by the evil winged monkey. His face was stained with red mud he had teeth the size of swords. His wing beat were rhythmical and as loud as a base drum. Its roar was like a harp, a harp with very untuned strings. Now high in the sky, the Loopwing was about to dive. A loud whistle came from the creature but it was stopped by a shout from some one directly behind them. It was a Carrotshire legion. 

He escorted the band of rabbits to a colossal tree standing at nine ten thousand metres high and nine hundred metres wide. Inside was a rabbit settlement. It looked like a warren. Kitchens, bedrooms even a long burrow. All small rabbit approached the legion and muttered something. Picking up the three rabbits, he took them to there rooms they would be sleeping in that night.

The snoring of Catkin kept Conny awake and he was pondering weather they would ever get to Emerald City. She thought about staying here but if the Dawn found them the tree would give them no protection. Her head began swirling with thoughts of there mother and the Dawn but she finally drifted into a well earned sleep.