A crate of animal feed

She popped open the lid of a crate before hopping in and slamming it shut. The crate was filled with oats, but thankfully had enough space for one **** weasel. A few moments later her pursuer would come rushing around the corner breathing heavily. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" She yelled furiously, before taking a few deep breaths and calming herself down. "Think Thumper, she can't have gone far, she must be hiding somewhere 'round here..." Thumper would take her time to look around the place, checking behind bales of hay, under equipment before eventually arriving right in front of Texas' crate.

Texas could see nothing but Thumper's gut as she stood in front of the crate. "How does this thing open again... Nope not that side... Ah here we go." Thumper lifted up the lid slightly and Texas held her breath in the hope that would mean the guard wouldn't notice her. But it seems like Texas' luck hadn't run out yet as Thumper's belly let out a loud rumble prompting her to immediately let go off the lid and put her arms around her abdomen instead. "Fuck, I really shouldn't be running on a full stomach. Oh yeah this is bad... CLEAR THE WAY!" She exclaimed before rushing toward the outhouse and slamming the door shut, the loud noises emanating from within making it very clear what she was doing in there.

"Thank god I didn't hide in there..." Texas remarked as she quietly emerged from the crate before sneaking over to the outhouse and using a pair of handcuffs to lock Thumper in there, leaving her mostly free to explore the compound and try and find April.