the rabbit with the tutu

Whilst a friend and i were sitting on the second floor and mulling over our expensive cafe drinks, i a 600 yen caramel frappacino and she a 480 yen orange juice, we watched as an old man beckoned to a rabbit dressed in a tutu in the street below. The rabbit was hunched down beneath the pillar of a store building, and the old man gestured to her with his hands and spoke words to her, making sure to peer around in all directions to check for people walking by. When they did happen to pass, he turned around and gazed up into the air, flailing his arms yet ignoring the rabbit, smoking his cigarette. When they were out of sight again, he fell back to speaking to the rabbit and making it quite apparent how discouraging the process was becoming. After much deliberation, just about 10 minutes worth, he finally bent over and scooped it up expertly, then gave it a swift bop on the head and scolded it verbally. He then proceeded off down the road, stopping only to swear at a van that rolled by him, his face full of tired anger.
I decided that i must find this man and befriend him, because no one could ever amuse me more.