Mom pets the rabbit

"I want to pet the rabbit!" Mom cheerfully declares as she takes off her heels and makes her way to the rabbit with me close behind.

"Mom, what if it has rabies or something," I warn, but that's not going to stop mom once she's seen something fluffy and cute. Surprisingly the rabbit doesn't hop away or anything really, just simply sit there blinking menacingly.

"OH, don't worry it seems tamed, I bet the client pets it all the time," Mom reassures as she squats down and I swear the thing looked up her skirt before she starts to pet it, "OW!"

"Mom!" I shout as she pulls her hand back, but before I can register what's going on suddenly there's a shadow cast over us and I stop in my track.

Towering over mom is only what I can describe as a buff rabbit man with the same white fur and red eyes leering at mom as she clutches her hand. The rabbit man is on mom in an instant pinning her down as she shouts "John", but I can't make out if she's pleaing for help or for me to flee over the tearing of her blouse.