~ SASHA ~
"That's lovely, Oska, thank you," Sasha repeated awkwardly. "I'm sure we will be very good friends. I've always loved rabbits. It was one pet we were allowed in our apartment growing up—"
But everyone at the table groaned. Sasha closed her mouth and looked around at all of them—who were all staring at Oska.
There was an almighty thump. The entire table rattled and Sasha startled. Oska leapt to his feet so his chair fell to the ground behind him.
"I was very clear!" he yelled down the table at her. Everyone at the nearby tables quieted and turned to watch. Sasha caught several rolled eyes. "We are hares. HARES!"
Sasha's mouth dropped open. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I never meant—"
Lhars groaned. "Oska, she's human, she doesn't know—"
"EVERYBODY KNOWS INSTINCTIVELY!"
"That's simply not true, Oska, you know the humans aren't nearly as in touch with their instincts as we are—"
