There is a rabbit, muttering to himself as he trudges through the woods, dragging a rather large sack behind him. The sack clinks repeatedly as it bumps into rocks and things, and from inside a sloshing sound can be heard.

"Fiskin' factory, so fiskin' far away from the fiskin' farmhouse. Fiskin' cars runn' out of fiskin' ga-"

He stops, staring at the men in front of him, like a deer caught in the headlights. He twitches his nose once or twice, then looks up at them, with an innocent expression on his face. "Ah... mew?"