A secret house hides in an old tree trunk. With an aged wooden door, the warm light inside shows through. The rabbit comes to the door in the middle of night, gently knocks on it.
Knock, Knock,
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me, rabbit.”
“Just a second, coming~”
Option 1)
This is rabbit’s house. It is going back to its own place.
Whoever inside is the rabbit’s family.
Option 2)
This is NOT the rabbit’s house. It is visiting someone else.
Whoever inside is the rabbit’s friend/comrade.
The door opens and the rabbit swiftly gets inside.
And the rest of the story is up to you. 🤣