"The colder it gets," the rabbit told me, "the more we need each other, and the closer we need to be. The need for warmth and the need for love are intertwined in our mammal minds. It's why riots happen in the summer, too, you know. But the most bitter winter makes us clutch one another all the tighter, and it makes us ache at each others absence so much the ache can turn to cold fury."
"Um, thanks, but I asked about how to make cold fusion, not cold fury," I replied apologetically.
"No," the rabbit says, "I was answering your earlier question about why I suddenly was able to talk. I don't know anything about cold fusion; I'm just a rabbit."
Then I squeezed the rabbit tight! Soft fuzzy bunny!