Eeeee!!! The next photo in that set is adorable too.

Now, see, what we're seeing here is a mirror of sorts.

In the first picture, it's plain that the dichotomy between what the Real Bunny knows of Real Bunnies is being reflected back at it by the strange outline of the stuffed animal. You can see it in the eyes, the obvious curiosity (note the proximity of Real to Unreal in the first photo), tempered with the inner existential fright evidenced by the need to physically touch the toy.

Is it real? Do I feel like that? Do other bunnies see me as this?

The pathos is not overdone, merely implied, and by implication we implicate ourselves as well. We are both the Stuffed and the Real, the plastic-button eyed inertia and the searching, warm-hearted animal.

As we move to the second photo, it is clear that the subject has never encountered anything to temper his love of self. The sheer narcissism, facing the camera full on, even stretched to a point where the hindquarters are no longer in focus.

There can be no question here - this bunny feels the world owes him everything, even the past can't catch up to his grasp. We are to know very directly that soon, we as viewers will be nothing more than a vague blur behind the bunny. He will have moved on, and over us.

The waypoint between these two snapshots exists in the interregnum between the associated links. What happens there? What bridge has been constructed from the timid to the forceful? Have we crossed it as well?