It was a normal day for the town’s beloved store owner, Jack the Bunny. Jack was an old bunny; he wore rounded glasses on his rounded nose and fluffy sweaters over his rounded belly. He had a long gray beard and a smile that could light up the room.
Early one spring morning, he was opening his shop when he realized it had become a disaster. Items were torn off the shelves, and all had fallen to the floor. With all of the vandalism, funny enough, nothing was missing except in one section – almost all the apple juice had been taken. Jack found this odd but did not think too much of it. He picked...
