The race was short, but caused a small ruckus in the halls as the four young ones dashed about, dodging older gentlebeasts. In the end, in was good fun and no harm was done.
Arries won quite handily. As the four creatures arrived panting at the kitchens, the Friar was already standing in the doorway, looking somewhat indignant.
Friar Birtwistle's long ear's twitched and his mustache bristled below his pink nose. He wore a thick air of suspicious zeal and he held a thick ladle in one paw. "You young bucks lookin' fer a spot trouble? Eh? Not a one of you, or any otha' beast for that matter, will be enterin' mah kichten until further notice!"
Devro raised his paw a little, almost like he was asking for permission to talk. "Why not, Friar?"
The Friar puffed out his chest in further indignance. "Why? A dozen of mah Mossflower-famous blackberry pies are coolin' in the winda'sills. I count six candied chestnuts missing just this afternoon, and you want ta know why I won't letcha inta mah kitchen? You try feeding an Abbey full o' hungry beasts while dibbuns are snatching food from your kitchen, then try-"
This rant went on for a little while before somebeast in the kitchen called to him for some help.
The Friar's tone changed instantly to one of sweet affection. "Yes dear, I'll be there in a moment."
He turned to the young ones again with narrowed eyes. "Keep the paws off mah pies." Then he shut the door in their faces.
Devro made a face. "He's just mad because he forgot it's the Abbot's birthday tonight."
ooc- Forgive my hare speech: It's been a long, long, long….. long time.