As it happens, I have always been more of a meek little bunny at heart and thus my miserable fate was sealed the moment she began her stealthy, catlike pursuit.
As she steadily advanced, I first became wary and then nervous, paralysed by degrees until so overcome with terror that by the time i looked into her steely eyes, it was with abject resignation and unconditional surrender.
Transfixed by her supernatural beauty and invincible Amazonian prowess, my legs were too wobbly to run, my throat too fearfully constricted to scream and my feeble little heart too panic-stricken to lend so much as an ounce of courage.
The silent eternity that stretched out between the moment of our eyes meeting and her merciless, triumphant pounce was sheer purgatory and before I could even blink, she had swiftly pinned me down and subdued my trembling body to her complete, devilish satisfaction.
I believe there was a great deal of gnashing, thrashing and scratching involved but my only thought at being so wickedly consumed was that perhaps it might for once have been preferable to be a rabbit than a rat, after all.