[Misty Evening]

One evening, as the autumn mist rolls in thickly from the rivers, lakes and ponds, a large hare hops its way onto the Frescot estate grounds. It moves with a purpose rarely seen among the species. The more sharp-eyed members of the household might also see that there's a very small person on the critter's back. With green skin, large nose, beard and plentiful dark blue face-paint. The hare stops in front of the house as the rider seems to wait to be acknowledged.