Chapter 34

This chapter is about and from the POV of General Woundwort and it paints an interesting picture of Efrafa, I think. One much more interesting than any adaptation where for some reason it seems that all nuance is lost. One thing that immediately becomes clear is that Woundwort is a very active and involved leader in the book (compared to some adaptations:
looking at you miniseries).
A few, however, had ventured out into the field, to browse and play in the last of the sun.
Play? Efrafans can play?! First thing that would never be allowed in 'other Efrafa's'.
Captain Chervil on the first page immediately makes me like him, with how he quickly checks if anything is wrong when he sees the General approach and then begins feeding 'with an air of indifference'. Haha, love it~
I'm a bit confused about the weasel in Woundwort's backstory: it kills his mother and leaves him alone because 'its hunger is satisfied' (unlike those foxes in the miniseries) but then it says the old schoolmaster found Woundwort 'nuzzling the cold, still body and crying' sooo did the weasel not eat his mother then??
[...]until his weight overbore and exhausted them.
*imagines Woundwort body-slamming his opponents to win*
I guess he quite literally crushed them beneath him

Woundwort was ready to fight anything but a fox.
Huh I did not expect that.

One evening he attacked and drove off an Aberdeen puppy.
That... doesn't really sound very impressive.
*imagines

chasing a Scottish Terrier puppy*
...

When the does stopped digging, Woundwort himself went on with their work while they slept.
Bucks don't dig, eh?

Snowdrop is a cunning advisor?

I like the idea of the Council not only consisting of Owsla officers but also advisors.
And apparently

did a lot of Efrafa's organization.
This now needed another outlet[...]He would simply pick four or five of the Owsla and take them out to look for trouble.
It would seem Woundwort is even more extreme in his stress-relieving than Bigwig!

On the first occasion they were lucky enough to find and kill a sick owl that had eaten a mouse that had eaten poison-dressed seed-corn.
Foodchain: seed-corn -> mouse -> owl ->

Woundwort would give them tasks
Efrafa sounds more and more like an RPG the more I read.
[..]led by a certain Captain Orchis[...]
!! Orchis' one moment of glory in the book. That 'certain' amuses me for some reason.

[...]although he believed-and so did his Council and his Owsla- that he was giving the warren peace and security at a price which was modest enough.
Interesting that despite the fact that the expanding and personally going on Wide Patrols were all to satisfy Woundwort's hunger for power; in the end he does genuinely feel he's doing what's best for Efrafa.
Earlier, during Holly's stay in Efrafa, Hyzenthlay also doesn't call the system bad in and of itself; only failing due to overcrowding. In fact, it almost seems as if only does were allowed to leave when it became too crowded, to start or join a new warren far away, a lot of issues would be solved.
Woundwort is also 'seriously concerned' about the latest disciplinary problem (caused by the does not allowed to leave who, as stated, were peaceful at first and willing to go very far away).
Woundwort is also smart enough to realize that chasing the outsiders is not priority and that he should instead focus on internal affairs for now.
Really, Efrafa is such a mix of positive and negative intentions and executions; it makes it all very intriguing.
'That sort of rabbit doesn't hop out of the grass'
'Well, they've got to hop from somewhere,' said Woundwort.
Woundwort is funny (?!)

'Anyway, I want to go round your sentries now. Come with me, will you?'
Poor Chervil...
Captain Chervil[...]had just returned from a round of his sentries
...he had JUST done that!
I like the word Crixa for the crossroad.
Now, I thought Woundwort's infatuation with Campion was a series thing. However...
[...]an enterprising officer-Captain Campion perhaps-
[...]and Campion could hardly be spared just now.
-none other than Captain Campion himself.
Woundwort's POV announces him as some sort of hero.
An expert tracker, he missed little or nothing and was one of the very few rabbits for whom Woundwort felt genuine respect.
*Vervain groaning in the background

*
'Do you want me?' said Woundwort, pausing.
'Well, I think so, sir,' replied Campion.
I just- I mean,
come on!'Wants to join Efrafa?' asked Woundwort, puzzled.
Woundwort was nonplussed. He was no fool andhe could not help feeling, extremely odd that any right-minded rabbit should choose to walk into Efrafa of his own accord. But he could hardly say so.
It's again intriguing that despite feeling he was doing Efrafa good, he does acknowledge, on some level, that no sane rabbit would willingly want to join it and is clearly puzzled by the thought.
Then at the end of the chapter the Council discuss Bigwig and Woundwort
proposes they let him train under Chervil and the Council
agrees.So... if the Council had not agreed to Woundwort's proposal, would it not have happened? Wow the Council has more power than I expected if it can even overrule the General himself.
