Your chances of getting killed by a bunny are low, but never zero.

Birna crouched low in the snow, eyeing the snowshoe hair that nibbled beneath one of the pine trees. It was far too early to consider killing one of the reindeer. She didn't even have the herd fully established yet and so she turned to other means of prey. The scent of rabbit had caught her attention and so she tracked it to its source.

The tip of her tail twitched and she sprang forward. The rabbit was off like a shot and the pair zigged and zagged through the snow, kicking up powder until at last Birna seized the rabbit in her jaws. It squealed for just a moment before it was permanently silenced. With the rabbit seized in her jaws Birna headed back to the small sleigh she used to carry her belongings until she had a chance to train a reindeer to pull it.

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