Tap and slide with your FINGER or use YOUR MOUSE to cut the oranges
Dorote the rabbit bustled through her sun-drenched orchard, baskets clattering as she gathered oranges for the village festival. A flicker of unease prickled her ears—between the ripe fruit lurked plump, suspicious lumps with faint ticking sounds. Someone had rigged her harvest with explosives. Her nose twitched at the scent of gunpowder. No time to investigate now; carts would arrive soon for the juice, and the mayor’s speech couldn’t start without her signature citrus brew. Knife in paw, she steadied her breath. One slip, and the whole batch—maybe the festival—would blow. Each careful slice required precision: split the fruit, dodge the volatile cores, salvage every safe segment. Villagers would notice tremors if her blade wavered. Squinting at a deceptively round orange, she murmured, “Show me your seeds, not your sparks.”
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