Even with the warm sun breaking through, the Bunny feels dank and weird, there's a strange energy to the place, a sense foreboding, something not quiet right. No matter when, the Bunny always feels peculiar. It's not just the Bunny, mind, it's all the woodland and common in these parts, they all feel weird. I walk all over the place, though the common (Chewton Common) is the only place where I feel compelled to look behind me, and I'm not the only one mention it. I wonder why that is.