Child grabs BFF without missing a beat and hurls him toward the voice. "Take him!" (And he also said something eerily Lovecraftian about a sacrifice, but I'm not willing to admit that Cthulhu may rise from my bathtub one day if my last cleaning spree in the bathroom is any indication.) Everyone tells this story with a lot of uneasy laughter, while I nod cheerfully, because hey, my parenting skills rock.

BRB, LOLing 4ever.

ETA: Also, Watership Down is exhibit A in my case that animation is a medium, not a genre, and it is NOT all "kids' stuff." I wonder how many children have been traumatized because of clueless parents who saw the box and thought, "Ooh, bunnies!"?