We looked around the arena. Jones, carefully eyeing the stadium, spotted a small creature. It appeared to be a bunny of some kind. We approached with caution. Jones was about to pet it, when it yelled, “DON’T HUG ME! PLEASE!” Jones backed off. He had known from experience from hugging such creatures only led to trouble. However, the bunny-like thing advanced towards us from the other side of the arena. “I CAN’T CONTROL MYSELF! GET AWAY!” Alas, Jefferson walked up to the rabbit. Jefferson was a student on our expedition. He said, “Aww, you just need a hug!” He hugged the creature. Poor, poor, Jefferson. The last we saw of him was his head disappearing into a dark void between the bunny’s arms.