Furs hang out on racks to try and get ready for tanning. A dog lays in front of the door into the cottage. A little herb garden is on the opposite side of the cottage to the racks.
Front of the Cottage, Outside Cottage
rabbit
dog
I am a dog on a small farm.  I help my master hunt for food.  I protect the house from intruders and other animals.
Halt! What are you doing here, Hare? What am I doing here? I live here! What are YOU doing here? You must be brave or not too bright to come so close to my master's house. I see it is the latter. Hey, take it easy Fido. I don't want any trouble. No mere rabbit can call me Fido. You see these furs lining the walls? They came from animals like you. Sheeesh. Tough crowd. No wonder the meadow's been so quiet lately. You should have stayed in the meadow if you didn't want trouble. I think your real purpose is to steal from my master's garden! Did you think that maybe I've been looking for Uncle Flopsy up there? Your family matters are of no concern to me. Now go or I will bark and bring my owner with his gun. Alright, alright. I know when a fella isn't wanted. Goodbye, Hare. Hopefully there will be no need to repeat this encounter. By the by, I did mean it when I said I was grateful for you being here. Not having to worry about foxes has really taken the stress off.