The small brown rabbit buttoned up the bronze buttons of his new tweed coat and slithered along with the shadows until he had made his way into the haberdashery. He scanned the workplace for any signs of potential threats; his ears tilted forward and his nose constantly twitching. Some voices echoed faintly across the room. He slinked back into the shadows and waited until the voices dissolved into the distance. Hesitantly, he emerged farther into the light and began to make his way towards the boxes of freshly made hats. As soon as it became clear to him that no workers were near, he engulfed himself in the hats. He went through boxes and boxes of them. There were top hats and bowler hats and fedoras and many, many others. Finally, he came across the perfect page boy cap to match his new tweed coat. Unfortunately, he had gone through so many boxes of hats that the stack he had unconsciously created toppled over and crashed to the ground. The rabbit popped out of the pile with his hat firmly in his paws just to see two security guards rushing towards him. He scrambled out of the hats as he saw their shadows pooling around him. He sprinted as fast as he could and leaped out of the half-open window. He landed safely, albeit a little startled. Placing the cap on his furry head, he hopped happily to his home.

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