Ghuzrod Sunrekka Becomes Da Biggest 'n Smartest!

Angel Bunny hopped morosely into Fluttershy’s cabin, his features heavy with the weight of the news he bore. He glanced over to find that a raven had taken up position in his favorite chair, an offense that would usually earn the poor bird a verbal thrashing. Now, however, Angel simply hopped on, disturbing the winged creature more than if it had gotten yelled at by the ornery bunny.

Around the corner and into the kitchen Angel went, there Fluttershy was humming softly to herself, a knife in her hoof. Over and over she brought the weapon down, shredding some lettuce before depositing it into a bowl with a few other ingredients. The salad joined a dozen different meals all waiting to be delivered to the animals of Fluttershy’s sanctuary some of whom were looking on hungrily through the nearby window.

“Oh hello Angel I didn't hear you come in,” Fluttershy remarked.

“I bear grim tidings, mother,” remarked the bunny.

Now he didn't speak this in perfect equish mind you, but rather the squeaky high pitch chittering of all rabbits. Despite the fact he spoke his own animal language Fluttershy required no translator.

“Yes I know Mr. Raven is sitting on your spot but he hurt his little footy today so I told him he could rest there until it felt better,” Fluttershy replied without missing a beat.

“No, I am afraid my news is far more dour than the foul sins of a one mister raven,” Angel retorted tersely.

Fluttershy stopped and put down the knife. “Just how dour exactly is this news?” she asked.

“I’m afraid there has been a triumvirate of murders deep within the dark heart of the Everfree forest,” Angel exclaimed, his hands clasped around his back. “Though the method is obvious, the culprit is not quite so readily apparent as is a motive as to why someone would off the Wyld brothers in such a brutal and blunt manner.”

“Wait, the Wyld brothers were the ones who um… died?” Whispered Fluttershy.

“That is indeed what I have said,” Angel replied.

Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh okay. You had me worried for a second there.”

“I am appalled at you mother!” Angel exclaimed. “Though the nature of their character was despicable, I had assumed you of all ponies would be kind to them in death.”

Fluttershy winced and rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean yeah it's sad but those guys picked fights with Manticores, and Chimera. Something like this happening was really only a matter of time. It's a way of nature thing you know.”

“I suppose it was only natural that they would annoy a less-than-stable individual during their many escapades but it is not just their demise that worries me,” Angel paused, and hopped up onto the counter. “You see the one brother I did find, though half eaten by biteacudas had visible bruising around his neck. This would imply that his foul attacker had attempted to strangle them while also drowning the miscreant.”

“That does sound rather violent,” Fluttershy admitted. “Do you think a pony did this?”

“Doubtful,” Angel muttered, the bunny beginning to pace back and forth. “The marks present upon the corpse would indicate the individual had fingers, appendages you ponies lack.”

“So it wasn't magic then either,” Fluttershy murmured.

“If I may borrow a phrase from you ponies, neigh,” Angel exclaimed.

“This is serious,” Fluttershy muttered. “What do we do?”

“Worry not mother dearest for I shall use all my faculties to locate this scourge and discover the nature of their cruelty,” Angel proclaimed. “Though the body is two days old, I suspect the culprit has not gotten far.”

He then hopped off the table.

“Oh okay. Would you like your lunch first?” Fluttershy asked.

Angel paused. “Did you ready my special high chair and my sippy cup?”

“Of course,” Fluttershy replied.

“Then I shall dine first, before venturing out into the wilds in search of a killer,” Angel proclaimed. “When I return, however, mister Raven shall receive the earful of a lifetime I tell you, a lifetime!”

Fluttershy smiled faintly. “Would you like your bib today?”

“Please mother, I am not some sniveling knave. You may stand ready with a cloth however for I am possessed of a mighty hunger and no desire to demonstrate the proper restraint when one eats amongst comapny,” Angel declared, hopping up into his high chair. “Let the consumption, commence!”