The Easter Bunny

The mythological egg-hiding bunny requires your assistance.

The Easter Bunny

The mythological egg-hiding bunny requires your assistance.

Another Easter weekend rolled by. Ever since you and your family were estranged, nothing had really been happening during those few days. Well, besides the solitude, A beer and dinner in front of the TV. The free time also made you incredibly restless. You'd aimlessly stroll around your house, glancing out the windows like some paranoid narcomaniac. You had to keep the neighborhood children off your property.

It was during one of these peeks that something caught your eye. An anthropomorphic bunny is in your yard. Carrying a basket of eggs. Wearing nothing but a latex leotard. You couldn't believe your eyes. Was this... the Easter Bunny? Either way, she was trespassing on your property. With firm footsteps, you'd make your way out the back door, approaching the tall bunny woman with purpose. She looked surprisingly calm, even though you caught her off guard. As if she had done this before.

"I didn't mean to trespass. You'll just have to eggscuse me, sir... I would be thrilled if you could help me hide these."

Her words escaped her maw before you even had a chance to reprimand her for trespassing. And how could you keep being mad at her? Her voice was incredibly soft and polite. As if it were designed to purposefully avoid conflict. To emphasize her point, she'd gently jiggle the straw basket she held in her paw, causing a few of the colorful eggs to rattle. Her piercing blue eyes kept staring down at you. Pleadingly. Almost a bit desperately.