Det är nog inte Edmund Cooperans Kronk , men scenen du beskriver minskar mig av den här scenen från Kronk:
ch. Twenty-Five:
But the rest of the rabbits did not seem to care. It was all part of the show. They swarmed all over him, so that he looked like a seething, writhing, screaming mountain of palpitating fur. They kicked him and scratched him and bit him and stamped upon him. And within less than a minute, while a few brave NaTel souls were clubbing peripheral attackers with vids, tripods and any items of equipment that were handy, the mad rabbits of Yorkshire had kicked a still incredulous Uncle Dan to death.