"So first he caught us taking a couple of heads of lettuce from the edge of his field, and he said we were lucky he wasn't the litigious type, and let us keep them. You said he was a hick pushover and we could probably get all the free vegetables we wanted.
Then he caught us on his property hauling away some zucchini, and he mumbled something about pesky rabbits getting what's coming to them, and you laughed it off as the ramblings of a weird old man.
Finally we were all the way up next to his house digging up carrots from his personal garden, and he was glowering at us from the window, and you flipped him off, and that was when everything started spinning and we blacked out and woke up in here...a muddy enclosure with a wooden hutch...you still think he's a harmless old pushover? Last time he fed us he was chuckling at how we turned out, said we could have all the vegetables we wanted now...you think he intends to keep us like this...forever? Why do farms raise rabbits anyway...?"