Just like last year, the Rabbit Council asked Dad to be the county's Easter Bunny. If this gets to be a regular gig for him it could really help his rehabilitation into the society that rejected him for so long after his marriage to Kell. Most of the current Rabbit Council members held that role at one time or another, so it's kind of a stepping stone. Or a hazing.
Birds will dye eggs that never hatched and deliver them to our house on Saturday. Then Dad (in that silly costume!) will race around the county hiding them before daybreak
The origins of this tradition are shrouded in the mists of time, as are anything having to do with the birds, come to think of it. As a scientist and researcher I'm inclined to investigate any mystery, but my past experiences with Ms. Aura gives me the feeling that it's better left unexplained.
...Like that costume.
