The night was bright and full of noise and laughter. All across every corner of Burrowgatory, the streets were lit with beautiful, paper lanterns, and adorned with banners and kites and tapestries alike. Up above, in the dark, cavernous sky, fireworks popped and glittered, set off all over by buns enjoying the festivities. Today was one of many moon festivals, celebrating the new year’s spirit. It was a joyous — if not rather raucous — occasion, giving buns the chance to let loose (or a...