the most frightening attack I was apart of was when my one of my buddies was horribly mauled as my friends and I were returning from a renaissance festival, all dressed up in the costumes of knights Templars and when we came over a hill there was a terribly ferocious killer rabbit and...
...wait...that might have been a movie.
Oh...I remember now!
The killer bunny was in the water next to a canoe I was paddling and I defended myself from certain death by pummeling it with my paddle and...
...wait, wait....
....um never mind
One never truly recovers from a Vorpal Bunny attack.
I understand, don’t worry, it’s still waiting for you, just past that bush.