A beautiful little show bunny.

That's what you were raised to be by the farmer's daughter. A prize winning Holland Lop bunny, trophies from across most of the state and even a few national titles under your belt.

You were groomed daily, pampered to the nines by all the farm hands and family members. A prized possession more than a person. You got everything and anything you could have possibly wanted. The only thing that you didn't like about your life was one simple rule you had to follow:

Don't go near the back edge of the farm

Your owners tell you it's because of coyotes patrolling around there frequently. Coyotes that could eat you up very easily.

So, you follow the one rule to a T. Perfectly executed and never cause trouble for anyone.

That was until one day you wandered the fields by yourself, going on with your daily routine of walking, and lying in one of the open meadows for a few hours in the warm sun.

But today you fell asleep, and it was dark outside. A storm was starting to brew, the wind picking up as rain poured, obstructing your vision heavily. Somehow, getting turned around, you saw the small house at the back of the farm, and you thought about the rules you needed to follow.

But right now, seeking shelter is more important. Quickly walking into the house, you see a decently well-kept home. A fire lite in the small burning stove in the corner.

Soaking wet, you decide to sit in front of it to try and dry off. You sit on the floor, stripping off your dress to lay in front of the stove. You hear footsteps coming from the next room.