“How do you know it’s a boy?” Daniel asked, feeling like a dumbass for saying it out loud. The bunny was neutered, so he wasn’t likely to spot any fuzzy testicles hanging down. Did male bunnies have bigger feet? Special markings like a bird? And since when was he this thing’s daddy?

With an exasperated sigh, the bespectacled sales clerk walked over and flipped the bunny’s belly in the air. “This is a penis,” she said, demonstrating how to press around the fur until its parts were more obvious.

“Okay, whoa, whoa,” Daniel said. “I got it. I got it.” He waved her off. He felt bad for the bunny, having his manhood exposed in front of the ladies like that, fodder for ridicule. This was his fault. He should’ve taken the Asian girl’s word for it. Besides, its reproductive capacities didn’t matter if he was going to be dinner. Poor little dude. Daniel contemplated if he should knock it over the head first.