A young man was looking at a dusty old tome. It didn’t look like much, but he knew this old tome held magic within it. And indeed, he had a specific spell in mind. He opened the book to the proper page, reciting the words on it. With a flourish, of course. After all, he intended to be a stage magician, a master of illusion, and one couldn’t do that without a sense of style.

Well, okay, one could, but they wouldn’t be very popular.

Once the incantation was over, he felt a dramatic change, hovering in the air, his now-much-too-large clothes falling to the floor before gravity finally kicked in for him and he fell into his upturned top hat. He then poked his head out of the hat and looked toward a nearby mirror, finding that his head was now covered in white fuzz, his ears were at the top of his head and much longer (at least proportionally) than they were before, and his mouth and nose had pushed forward into a short muzzle. Indeed, he was now a cute little bunny, rather appropriately standing in a top hat.

He dramatically hopped out of the hat, giving a dramatic pose as he landed, revealing his small, cute fluffy body and his cute little paws. Considering the association between white bunnies and stage magic, now he was sure to become a master of illusion! Once he was on stage, he would surely be able to fool everyone in the audience into thinking that magic was truly real!

...Wait.