A full moon shone over northern Mossflower Woods. The forest was quiet and peaceful. The silence was broken only by three young rabbits played in a field. They tussled and jumped on each other until a voice called to them from their den, “Dillery! Pendo! Manitha! Come home this instant, it's getting late!” A plump, motherly-looking rabbit came out of the den, holding a ladle. Dillery, the oldest, said, “But mum, we want to play more!” The mother rabbit, whose name was Bloombell, said in a no-nonsense voice, “You had better come home this instant young bunnies, or your father will get quite upset!” The father rabbit, Weldron, had already come to the door. He called out in a deep voice, “Come in now or you'll be sent right to bed with no supper!” The young rabbits sighed and went in. Bloombe