Con artist.
It is a rabbit get over it.
I have eaten far to many of them to worry about a rabbit.
The Case of the Mysterious Death of Mr. Rabbit
She was cuddly and pliantly fluffy. Her body was round and fuzzy. White teeth glistened in the crescent her timid smile made below twitching whiskers.
"Mr. Spade! Can you? You must help me!"
"Suppose you tell me about it from the beginning?" I offered her a carrot and motioned to a chair...
Regards,
Why pay for this service when everyone knows all dogs go to heaven, cats go before the judgment seat (latest stats St. Peter only allowing 15% in) and all squirrels go straight to hell?
She is told she has RBF?
She needs to worry about RSF...The S being for stupid.
To paraphrase...Its your world, weirdo, we are just stuck living in it.
I use a carnival medium, it’s more scientific and reliable.
I'm in the wrong line of work.