So, the Professor claimed that it didn't hurt any rabbit.

Hmm. HMM. Forrest debated whether or not to believe her. He decided to. She was a professor, after all. She ought to be honest. If not, if was her shame.

He got up and grabbed a cute, totally black rabbit. He returned to his seat and petted the animal while holding it close to his heart. He wanted it--Robbie--to see he wasn't going to hurt him! (He didn't know whether Robbie was a boy or a girl, but he assumed.) After a minute of cooing and petting to make sure he delivered his promise of peace thoroughly, he gently put it on the table to get his wand from his bag. Robbie seemed to have understood his message, because he didn't try to run away. Forrest wanted to make sure he REALLY got it right though, so he spent the first minute with practising the word, and the second with practising the wand movement.

Rabbit. Robbie.

Daddy Forrest's gonna take good care of ya even though you'll be a hat.