9:5
“Oh what a twisted web we weave… what a twisted, twisted web indeed.”

Edward twitched his whiskers in a most self satisfied way and said, “I knew it. As sure as my tail is fluffy, I knew there would be an equally voluminous tale of greed somewhere in this mess.”

“There’s always a mess when people get the scent of green. More like hogs a than any self respecting rabbits. Still…” Edward looked around and abashedly realized that he was lecturing an empty room. “Hurmph,” he grunted.

The next step seemed to be returning to the environs currently inhabited by the young Gareth fellow. He might have tried his home town first, but all the indications were that events had progressed beyond that. And time seemed to be an increasingly relevant factor.

“Well,” he addressed the empty room once more, “Adieu, farewell and auf weidersehen! Until we meet again!” He swept an elegant rabbit bow to the invisible observers and silently slipped out.