The little bunny-rabbit looked at me for a moment, then gave a tiny shake of her head. "Bunnies usually don't wear clothes, do they?" I reached out and took hold of her shirt. The little bunny-rabbit slowly walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. "Yeah," she said quietly in her childish little high-pitched voice. She bit her lower lip, then gave a tiny little nod. The little bunny-rabbit looked at me for a moment. "Are you a symbol of sexuality, little bunny?" I asked her. I grabbed the remote and clicked the television off. "It is also the reason that rabbits are a nuisance in some agricultural areas." The little bunny-rabbit looked back at me and twitched her little pink nose. The little bunny-rabbit and I both looked at the television screen, which was showing a naked woman wearing bunny ears, her breasts and pubic region blurred. "It is because of this promiscuity and nearly constant mating," the narrator continued, "that the rabbit has become a symbol of sexuality." The little bunny-rabbit looked up at me, sitting on her hind legs, and twitched her nose. "Female cottontails can have three or more broods a year, with between five and eight kits, and are usually ready to mate again shortly after giving birth." The little bunny-rabbit looked at me and wrinkled her nose. The male hopped forward to the female and mounted her again, pumping his hips. "Female rabbits do not enter heat, but instead ovulate in response to mating." The male made several rapid movements with his hips and about two seconds later the female jumped forward. On screen, one rabbit was crouched on her belly on the ground, her back arched and her bottom in the air, while another mounted her. The little bunny-rabbit sat back on her hind legs again, lifting her front paws to her chest, and watched the TV. ".the females having sometimes five or more mates during one brooding." I put my hand on her head and petted her hair. ".mates promiscuously." the narrator continued. The little bunny-rabbit leaned forward, lifting her bottom in the air to show me her little cottontail. On the television, the narrator's voice intoned: "The Eastern Cottontail." She nodded, her furry white ears with pink insides nodding along. "You're a pretty little bunny-rabbit," I said. The little bunny-rabbit sat on her back legs, her front paws held up to her chest.
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