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The little fellow's been spending the past several days inobtrusively watching and listening to the Bar's other patrons where he can. It's been enough to assure him that the unnatural stillness of the snowy landscape and the normally boisterous dogs outside the front door is nothing strange by local standards- but oh, how very strange those local standards are! Everything about this place, from beginning to end, is at the same time similar and too bizarre for words.
It's so very like something Jules Verne might write that he doesn't quite know where to begin.
For now, he'll do this much, at least: breakfast, and a seat with a good view of the rest of the Bar, and then he'll seek out someone who can explain to him just why the last rabbit he managed to snare and skin in those woods outside was plaid.
It's so very like something Jules Verne might write that he doesn't quite know where to begin.
For now, he'll do this much, at least: breakfast, and a seat with a good view of the rest of the Bar, and then he'll seek out someone who can explain to him just why the last rabbit he managed to snare and skin in those woods outside was plaid.