"Here comes Peter Cottontail hopping down the bunny trail..."
Jo had been in her spot in the tree for a good two hours now. With her team on call and a horde of rabbits straight out of a Monty Python movie wreaking havoc on the town of Vallo, the hunter had taken a bit of time to settle herself in a good spot and keep a look out. She'd been looking through the lens of the scope on her rifle off and on now for the entirety of her tree climbing expedition, singing softly to herself every so often, and picking off rabbits as they passed into her field of vision.
Why the tree? As far as she knew, rabbits stayed on the ground and she'd rather not be caught unawares, thank you.
Things really were interesting in this place, she supposed. Wizard parties, supposedly there was a whole day where it was one big full moon, supernatural creatures walking around and not killing people, unknown occurrences with geese...
And now? Killer Rabbits of Caerbannog.
She'd sent out a notice of sorts that she was going to be out there so that no one would have to worry too much about investigating the gunshots, but with the bounties that local farmers had put out, she figured hers wouldn't be the only shots heard.
Taking another look through her scope, Jo zeroed in on another hoppy, floppy, little white rabbit with what looked like red jam on its mouth and leveled her shot.
BANG!
No more "wascilly wabbit".
The soft clink of a shell being ejected from the chamber sounded, the shell in question joining the small, growing pile beneath her with an inaudible thud. She'd scoop them all up whenever she turned in.