Legitimate use of violence

Ken was oblivious to the look his mother gave him, too busy trying to stay within his lines, stretches all but forgotten as he stamped the sand with tapping toes, the line in the sand a barrier he didn't dare to cross. By the time Cal joined them, he was practically spinning, unused to being kept in one place for so long. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, his mother began to speak, and her rabbit hopped about between her legs, gesturing with its antlers to all the places he mentioned, his tail tucking when she mentioned someone might try to bite his bits. That was a really unpleasant thought. "Y'could-uh... bite their butt?" It was difficult to imagine what other target might be presented if someone dove between his front legs.