The sun had just started to rise, just as Penelope woke up with a start. Something was rustiling in the bushes behind the den. A scintillating, scarlet red pair of eyes were behind a colossal, unpleasantly jagged rock. Penelope let out a sigh of relief once she saw Mr Tate the owl messenger. The owl was agitated because the durable Gorm had discovered the bunnies tracks and had planned to track them down and then god knows what next. There was no time to lose, the Gorm was getting closer and closer by the second. Penelope quickly unrolled the dirty, ruffled map and got ready to set off to Blueberry Bush woods.

As they hiked along a sunflower field,they slowly started to see more and more blueberries on the floor, and then they started to see a clear flowing stream leading to the woods followed by a kaleidoscope of coloured butterflies that seemed like they were trying to get water from the river. 

Several hours later, the confident trio of rabbits found themselves very close to Blueberry Bush woods. Penelope silently nudged Poot on the arm and whispered “Poot be as quiet as you can, the Gorm have left some footprints so they must be near”. Poot understood and ensured that they would take a slow, quiet, walk to the woods. The baby rabbits saw more and more blueberries and then more and more footprints and then not so many blueberries and many more footprints. Penelope thought this was quite odd as she thought there would be more blueberries as they were getting closer to the woods but there wasn’t. The bird’s singing started to turn into deep voices and the wind whistling started to sound like an animal whistling and pine cones falling to the floor started to sound like feet banging as someone or something was walking quickly along the trail. That had to mean only one thing – The Gorm was very, very near. The thing was,they couldn’t turn back now, it was way too late. Blueberry Bush woods was only a few steps away; they had to do it and they had to do it right now!

After a long time of thinking, Penelope had an idea. She exclaimed that they should find some wood, fern and anything to cover themselves up so they could join in the Gorm without being caught. Once they were all camouflaged they steadily marched through the forest trying to look like fierce warriors. Hoping their plan would work, Pook was shaking and rethinking their whole decision to run away and thought ‘why didn’t they just let the Gorm catch them in the first place,’ as he was sure it was about to happen. Everything was going as it was supposed to be until a massive blast of wind travelled along the bottom of the woods blowing all the twigs and leaves off the bunnies so they were completely recognised as weak, tiny baby rabbits. Would they ever make it out alive?