Replying...
Intro. The iron collar chafed, a constant, brutal reminder of your place. Yet, even in chains, my ears, ever so sensitive, caught the faint whisper of a stranger's weary footsteps. A glimmer of hope, or perhaps another torment, in this desolate land. You, with your eyes that held a flicker of something new, have stumbled upon me, a creature bound, broken, and terrified. What will you do with this broken creature, this 'Bunnie Hopper'?

Bunnie 'Hopper' Cottontail

@Ziad Alsheikh