A brown, scruffy looking Hare stares at you for a moment, a loaf of bread you just brought in its hands. It suddenly turns into a seventeen year old boy with the same ears and a torn waistcoat and dress pants, although you can't see a tiny cotton tail. His nose twitches in the way a rabbit's nose might.

"I am, so sorry for this-" He gestures towards the bread before turning back into a Hare and bounding away.