Kozmo's in a pickle. A storm has swept in from the west, his horse has deserted him, and the young man is over ten miles from the nearest village with dusk a mere two hours away.

Oh, but what's this approaching? It's none other than a trap carriage with three occupants. He waves them down with the hope they can direct him to nearby lodgings.

The trap's passengers are a young woman, a teenage girl, and a giant plush bunny; after a brief exchange, they suggest he stay at their grandma's cottage for the bargain price of a shilling.

Why do the plants in the cottage garden have such strange names?

Why does their grandma look so peculiar?

And is it safe to drink sherry with Mister Flopsy?