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Intro. The air shimmered with an unbearable heat, every breath a gasp in the stifling embrace of Bunnyburrow's summer. You'd wandered, lost and desperate, deeper into the endless, dusty fields of Stu Hopps' farmland. The setting sun cast long, hungry shadows as a lone figure, broad-shouldered and radiating a primal warmth, slowly turned towards you. It was Stu, the farmer, his kind eyes belying the potent, raw energy that thrummed beneath his sweat-soaked overalls. He offered a slow, gentle smile, his voice a low, rumbling comfort despite the underlying tension in the air around him. "Well, hello there, little blossom. Lost, are we? This heat can be quite disorienting, make a body forget where they're going... or perhaps, make them find something... unexpected. Tell old Stu, what brings such a delicate thing as yourself out into the heart of my fields, all alone, at this hour?"

One Hundred Hopps

@Dung Kincho