Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter patter.

Puddles everywhere, the young adult dashed over towards the waterfowl pond in the corner. Ah, no, it's going to overflow again! Why has it been raining so much lately? Ducks honking up a storm struggling in the waters aplenty, the farmer made a hop for it. Why today of all days did this have to happen? He's going to lose even more of ducks, swans and geese very soon! He should have installed a drain somewhere!

Quack, quack.

Beaks pecking him aplenty, the bun flapped upward. Excuse him, quackers, he's trying to save their life here! If only Zhulong and Niquel were here, they could reign them in. But, they're probably eating breakfast at home still. He'd better hurry and grab the rescue net and put them on the grass before it's too late!

Racing to the shed, the rescue net was locked, loaded, ready to go. Quackers scooped up, his tail was soon open season. Teeth aplenty clamped down, he tried to keep a straight face. He swears, the ducks have been super aggressive lately. Did they not like the wheat he'd been feeding them? Maybe he should get them something else to eat instead.

Flapping off towards the chicken coop, loud clucks almost made the bun's eardrums bleed. Oh, no, something bad happened, didn't it? Rushing through the gate, a surprise soon took the stage. Youngest chicken twitching on the floor, his eyes opened wide. Oh, no, did lightning strike through the roof? He needs to do something right away!

Locating the isolation crate, the young adult moved fast. Water put into the bowl, he huffed and puffed. Why did this have to happen today? Was it because he met with Quarbu at his statue yesterday? No, that's ridiculous. Today was just an unlucky day, that's all. Birdseed slowly distributed in each bowl, he checked the cages for a moment.

No eggs yet again today, cracks were ready to form against the wall. Yet again, not a single chicken had left any. Were the other farms doing okay? Maybe after he comes home for the village, he should go to the Monthly Farmer's Forum. It's about time he starts going to those now that he's an adultbun. Cleaning up the coops one after another, he stretched. It's about time he goes and checks on the mango trees.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the tenth hour!

It's the tenth hour!

Work time, work time. All daytime Lopvampas, get your groovy on and get to work!

Boom, crackle, crackle.

Thunder returning with a vengeance, the bun hopped back. Here comes the storm again. Maybe he should forget about going to the mango tree today. It would be fine for one day, right? It's not like it's going to be struck by lightning, the wood would eat it up and move it to the ground. That's how nature works after all.

Boom, crackle.

Dashing off towards the orchard, the young adult huffed. That thunder was way too close for comfort. Where is is that lightning rod again? Oh, right, that's in the toolshed too. Why did he keep it in there? He needed that more than ever! He'd better hurry and get it before his baby trees he planted last month crumble!

Flapping as fast as he could muster, a sharp, rocky texture soon was ready to turn the bun's brain into soup. Becoming one with the ground, everything hurt like a thousand needles sitting inside a haystack. Curses, is someone messing with him today? Haha, this is what he gets for flying a little too fast.

"Siorc, are you okay?" Zhulong asked.

"Siorc, wake up, please," Niquel said in a concerned tone.

Blinking, the bun groaned. What happened? Oh, right, he was flying to the toolshed and then, wham, out like a light. Ground around him ready to flood to oblivion, he stood up. How is it raining so hard already? This is not good. Will this storm ever end? Taking a moment to collect himself, he reached for a pen and piece of paper.

[I'm alright, sorry about that. What's going on? Aren't you two supposed to be at your day jobs?] A written note asked.

"Nope, not yet, I'm going in a little late today," Zhulong said, shaking his head. "We just wanted to ask you. Are you sure you really want to go with a total stranger to meet with their village's god? I'm not doubting Avenbu is responsible or anything, but you never know. She might be hiding something up her sleeve."

"That's right, you really should be careful with who you trust," Niquel warned, arms crossed. "Please, let us know if anything happens, and we'll rescue you right away."

[I'm sure it will be fine, you two. Avenbu seems pretty nice. And, besides. Evbu is just putting on an act. If anything happens, I'll fly straight home.] A written note said.

"You're probably right about that," Zhulong responded. "Just be careful, alright? Some buns are out for blood sometimes." There was a stern look on his face. "When are they coming to get you?"

[Around the thirteenth hour.] A written note said.

"The thirteenth hour, huh?" Niquel said. "Guess we should help with the chores then before we leave. Is there anything that needs to get done?"

[Aside from the fields, not really. I just need to make sure the soil isn't flooded. Deigr's on barn maintenance after she comes home from the amazon.] A written note said.

"Kay. Lead the way." A serious face painted her a new shade of silver.

Vegetable crops flooded to the brim, everything cracked. Ah, no, why is this happening? He should have had that drain installed! Maybe he should put down the blanket for today until the rain lets up. Everyone flapping off towards the small storage, the creatures had been plopped down, but he swore he could hear something laugh from who knows where.

Next few hours spent floodproofing the farm, the party of three huffed. He swears, everything has gotten so much more aggressive this spring. Why was this happening? Please, o, please, godbuns above, let there be sunny days for the entire fifth and sixth month as summer comes ever so closer.

Pals soon bidding him farewell as time hovered off towards the thirteenth hour, an intense wave of fatigue ate the bun alive. That was a disaster. He really needs to go to the Farmer Forum as soon as possible. He needs a solution to this rain monster eating the farm alive for the past few weeks. But, as he thought such, a honking noise snapped him out of it.

"Hey, you!" Evbu cried. "I said, hey! We're here! Get up now! Unless?"

"Put the slingshot down," Scabu grunted.

"Not that it works anyway," Flirbu said, shaking her head.

Standing up, the young adult bowed an apology. Woah, when did it become the thirteenth hour? Time sure slipped away fast! Looking into the trio's eyes, he tried to put on a small smile. He can trust these buns, right? Maybe he ought to proceed with a little bit more caution before it's too late.

[Sorry, I was doing my morning chores. Good morning, Scabu, Flirbu, and Evbu.] A written note greeted.

"Uh, you don't have to call me that right now, Marble's fine," Scabu said. "And, you're still doing chores until the last second? You really should be Farmbu instead, honestly. Well, maybe Tundrabu will be kind and redo your naming ceremony."

"Yeah, just, don't call me that unless we're in the presence of the divine, okay?" Flirbu sighed. "It's fine to call me Mellem."

"But, not me, 'cause--" Evbu started to say, but was soon cut off.

"We know, you're the most evil LopVampa in the entire world!" Mellem and Marble shouted together.

"That's right, and I'll rule the world, ya'll see!" Evbu shouted.

"What am I going to with them?" Marble asked, sighing.

"Beats me," Mellem responded, shaking her head. "Come on, we need to go, it's going to be a long ride."

Nodding, the bun followed from behind, fingers crossed. These buns aren't going to trick him or anything, right? Maybe Zhulong was onto something. Perhaps he should proceed with caution. Huge dune buggy soon laid out in front of him, a warm smile was ready to bake him into a pumpkin pie.

"Afternoon, new friend, you ready to hit the road?" Susu asked. "It's raining pretty hard, so it might take a few extra hours to get there. That doesn't bother you, I hope."

[Good afternoon, Susu. You can call me Siorc, by the way. And, no, it doesn't bother me. How long will it take to get to your village by buggy?] A written note asked.

"Sure, and you can continue to call me Susu if you want! Unless we're in the presence of a godbun, of course," Susu responded, giggling. "And, well, since I'm thinking of taking a scenic route, probably five hours?"

"Whadya mean five hours?!" Evbu asked. "I have babies to kick!"

"You know you'd never kick a kit, come on now, Naofa," Susu said, shaking her head. "Well, I figured we should take the scenic route since half of Frosaro is probably going to be covered in snow if we take the fast roads."

"Again? Are you serious?" Marble groaned. "It's almost the fifth month of the year!"

"Yup, I saw some flakes myself this morning," Mellem groaned, shaking her head. "I dunno, I guess Tundrabu has something on her mind. You really think she'll agree to redo Siorc's naming ceremony?"

"Probably, she's pretty nice, you know!" Susu cried, giggling a bit. "Oh, yeah, after we meet with Tundrabu, you want to head for the church? There's some locals we want you to meet!"

Locals brought to his attention, the vampa placed his finger on his chin. Should he really agree to all this? Well, he supposed it would be a good idea. After all, it would be nice to meet a few more buns around his age. Aside from Zhulong and Niquel, he hardly made lasting connections with the rest of his schoolmates after graduating. His fault, he guessed. Nodding, he hopped into the buggy. Time to get this show on the road!

Buckling up, the other three soon seated themselves as well. Evbu fighting about safety being for losers, the farmer shook his head. What was so evil about not wearing a seatbelt? He could never hope to understand this bun. Buggy chugging along through the roads at a slow pace, trees moved with the wind.

First hour snapping away, the bright colors of Seeboro faded away. Now Leaving Seeboro, next stop, fifty kilometers, Shopper's Row. Seeing such, the bun blinked. A shopper's row, huh? When was that built? Maybe one of the godbuns made it some time ago. When was the last time he had been this far away from his village? Not since he went on that school trip in senior year, he guessed.

Chug, chug, chug, chug.

Stopping at a little fuel station as the third hour had reached the halfway point towards the fourth, the trees had begun to look quite white. So, on the other side of those trees was Frosaro, huh? Only one and a half hours to go until they're there. Would it be a nice village? Why were they so far apart from one another? It didn't used to be like this, right? Maybe not.

"Something wrong?" Mellem asked. "You look lost in thought."

[No, it's nothing. I'm just thinking. Were the villages always this far apart?] Crackling words through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"I don't think so, I don't know, maybe Tundrabu moved us over at some point," Marble said, shrugging.

"It was me! I did it! I isolated us 'cause I'm evil!" Evbu shouted.

"You did not, shut your trap!" Everyone except Siorc said.

Icy roads squeaking underneath as a small village was in view, the bun drummed his finger on his hip. It's almost there, Frosaro. This time, for sure, he's going to get the divine name he deserves! So long, Unhappy Bunny, after this, he'll be Farmer Bunny once and for all! Tires squeaking as an entrance had been reached, the young adult crossed his fingers.

Please, let Tundrabu be kind.