Mr. Rabbit poked the girl with the end of the cane he carried. None of them had ever died when falling into his hole before, and it would do no good to have a dead girl a few yards from his home. Afterall, a dead girl would draw a lot of attention.<br/><br/>Standing upright on two legs, Mr. Rabbit was about 4 feet tall. His face was almost human, despite the fur and rabbit ears. He wore a waist-coat and blazer – the former of a deep blue, the latter of a deep red – and a clock hung from his breast pocket. Below his waist was a different story.<br/><br/>At first glance, it might perhaps seem like he had three legs – as three appendages hung to the ground. However, two were furred and bulky with muscle, with bends for joints. The third and that in the middle was hairless, almost touched the ground, and was perfectly straight. Two large balls – his scrotum – hung where this third appendage met his groin.<br/><br/>He pokes the girl again. “Are you…ok?” He says, bending down over her.<br/>