(shall we begin)<br/>(if more preds want to join that's fine)<br/><br/>Deas woke to unknown surrandings, ''Where am i?'' the snow hare asked herself. Standing, she felt slightly dwarfed by everything. She saw a bush she'd seen in text books, 'pred-at-ous mon-u-ler-ous'. Deas' eyes bulged, that plant grow in the presents of one thing, preds.<br/><br/>''oh, shit,'' sliped her mouth. her breasts bounced with every move she made and with her soft white fur, she stand out like a light in a dark house. she began to cry weakly.