The bunny-hunter himself in the forest this afternoon. During a brief pause, which I suppose was intended as an invigorating rest for the furry legs while the dog-mind was scanning the forest for more bunnies. Real or imaginary. I’m afraid that one day he will have mushrooms grow in his fur and gnomes inhabiting it. The latter may already be happening, for all I know.
Yes, it is mud and twigs. He rolled his face in a mud pile.