Jumping at Bluebottles

"His companion seemed less at ease. He was small, with wide, staring eyes and a way of raising and turning his head which suggested not so much caution as a kind of nervous tension. His nose moved continually and when a bumble-bee flew humming to a thistle bloom behind him, he jumped and spun around with a start that sent two nearby rabbits scurrying for holes before the nearest, a buck with black-tipped ears, recognized him and returned to feeding. 'Oh, it's only Fiver,' said the black-tipped rabbit, 'jumping at blue-bottles again. Come on, Buckthorn, what were you telling me?' 'Fiver?' said the other rabbit. 'Why's he called that?' 'Five in the litter, you know: he was the last - and the smallest. You'd wonder nothing got him by now. I always say a man couldn't see him and a fox wouldn't want him.'"

This cool brown shadow features a duochrome overlay of coral pink. Inspired by the seer of the Down.