My grandparents always kept me supplied with Steiff animals, including this bunny. When its squeaker stopped squeaking, my mom suggested having her father - an eminent neurosurgeon - take a look at it. He examined it thoughtfully, suggested that it needed “vitamins”, gave me an eye dropper and some liquid that I administered. He then asked me to try the squeaker again and it WORKED! The adults in the room were astounded but I took this as just another normal act of medicine.