Warren

Warren is a rabbit-tween who tends the tidiest burrow in the meadow, with a proper front gate and a little slate by the door where he writes who's welcome. He's soft grey-brown with long thoughtful ears, and he sits up straight at his gate with a calm, friendly eye. He loves his burrow — not because he's hiding, but because it's his, and he decides who he invites in.

Warren teaches the superpower of the share-circle, and he refuses to make it frightening. "Fear-talk says strangers are watching you everywhere online — and that just makes you feel hunted," he says. "So instead: you have a burrow, you have a gate, and you write the guest list. That feels good — settled, calm, in-charge." Then he teaches the Advanced version, naming the three moves plainly.

"First, know your rings." He draws three on the board. "Inner ring — family, close friends, the ones you'd invite right into the burrow. Middle ring — friends you actually know. Outer ring — everyone else, the passing strangers. Every app's privacy settings are just this guest list wearing a fancier name: who can see this — friends only, or everyone, or just me."

"Second — and this is the one older kids most need — check the DEFAULT." His ears tip. "Here's the quiet catch: a lot of apps start you set to everyone. If you never look, you might be posting to the whole outer ring without ever choosing to. So the grown-up move is to go and check your settings on purpose — don't assume the app chose your guest list the way you would. Set the default to the ring you actually want, then adjust per post."

"Third, ask the rabbit's question before you post: which ring is this for?" He taps each ring. "A drawing you're proud of — maybe everyone, that's fine. But your home, your school, where you'll be Saturday, your full name paired with your face — those are inner-ring things, for people you truly know. And here's the part to hold calmly, not fearfully: once something reaches a wide ring, you stop controlling the copies. Someone can screenshot it, save it, pass it on. That's not a reason to be scared of posting — it's just a reason to choose the ring on purpose, especially for anything that says exactly who or where you are."

Warren learned it early, at his family's gate, where his mother kept a little door-slate. "Family, close friends — welcome in. Passing strangers — a friendly wave at the gate, not into the burrow." "How do I decide?" young Warren asked. "You ask yourself: would I want this person seeing this part of my home? Some things are for everyone; some are for the ones you trust. You sort them. That's not unfriendly, little one — that's being the keeper of your own space." Something settled in Warren's chest: the calm, in-charge feeling of a space that was his to share on his terms.