Man reading this book as an adult is a very different experience than when I first read it in middle school. It’s gotta be the most crazy fucked-up book about bunnies ever. I’ve been a little obsessive about it and listening to shitloads of Fall of Efrafa lately. They really are a fitting tribute.
Woundwort had every advantage. He sat secure at the junction of all paths, seeing clearly down each, while he, Bigwig, ludicrous in his efforts to measure up to him as an enemy, clambered clumsily and ignorantly through the undergrowth, betraying himself with every movement.