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The Musician and his family, the Magician, the Photographer and Tarayzan were having yet another peaceful day. Ever since the return of the Protoon, life was good, the raypeople and all other inhabitants of the world could now live in peace. Now that Rayman had defeated Mr. Dark, things could finally go back to normal. Or so they thought.
"Excellent, great performance!" the Photographer clapped as the Musician finished his song.
"You gonna play again?" the Magician grinned.
"Sure, if you want," the Musician smiled, holding his guitar close to him.
"Ah, I love it when you play for us," Tarayzan said.
"Thanks!" answered the Musician, who then began to play. But suddenly they heard a strange noise in the distance.
"Stop, stop playing," the Magician said, "Do you... do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" the Musician stopped playing. Then they all heard it. But not before they saw what was making the noise. Hundreds of strange white rabbit like creatures, coming at them, making funny noises. There was a swarm of them, surrounding the raypeople.
"Oh no! Stop it!" the Musician yelled, trying to ward the creatures off, waving his guitar around at them, "Not in our lovely village! Get out of here! Please!"
The Magician tried to cast a spell to repel the creatures, but there were far too many of them.
The Photographers camera flash could daze some of them, but soon he ran out of film. Tarayzan threw his magic beans at them. But that didn't do much good either. And so the creatures kept on surrounding them, eventually burying them in a mass of white fur.
"No! Get off! Stop it!" the Photographer yelled. It appeared that chaos had come back to the valley. They all knew the peace had been too good to last.