When I was a very small child, my mother had me convinced that Jackalopes (a crossbreed of jackrabbit and antelope, or basically a jackrabbit with a rack) were real. I would scour the desert landscape for hours on our frequent long road trips between Texas and California in search of the elusive beast. It does not help that gift shops and novelty stores across I-10 would have stuffed jackrabbits with racks attached to their heads, creatures not of nature but by some clever taxidermist's craft. I am also somewhat ashamed to admit that this delusion of mine continued well into my late teens. I was very disappointed when I realized the truth. I always knew there where no such persons as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, or the Easter Bunny, but that the world did not have such a creature as the jackalope still pains me, an adult going into middle-aged years.
So much cuter than a jackalope, eh! Rabbit Slaves know to be thankful that our little Headbutting Overlords do not grow horns! We would all have at least one broken ankle in our service careers to The Masters!