Roberta had felt lonely and scared since the disappearance of her best friend Terry. She didn't really remember, or to tell the truth want to remember, what life as a human had been, but how could it compare to the bliss-filled existence of a rabbit-girl in the warren, surrounded by vigorous, handsome bucks? But what really horrified the former thug was the idea that Terry's cute litter was going to be taken away and transferred to another form, maybe, even, ugh, cats!
Roberta had taken over the responsibility for the young rabbits who in the absence of their mother's breasts were being fed with a formula hastily devised by the management's scientists. She looked into their innocent, trusting eyes and vowed that they would stay rabbit-morph bucks and does (there were four of them, two of each gender) if she had anything to say about it.