"Parsley! Stump! Go bury him in the yard." Fett ordered, motioning to the lifeless buck beside him. He slowly hopped back to his post, deciding his second in command had the crazy doe and cowardly buck under control in the prison burrows. He went and sat under a wild berry tree a ways off from the Burrows that was just beginning to ripen. He snacked on a few of the sour berries, still well aware of his surroundings. It was just then that he got the whiff of a predator. He froze, his ears twitching, listening.