I don’t think we can credit Mr Plowden with much insight here. Had the prisoner grown up among hares, such creatures would not have tempted his fancy in later life, and instead he would probably have developed a weakness for torque-wrenches, trombones and suchlike urban artefacts.

A similar discrepancy between our longings for the familiar and the unfamiliar generally dissuades us from carnal attachment to our own sisters (whereas such incestuous urges are positively nurtured among those brought up by posses of lubricious harlots, beguiling floosies and the like). But I digress.