The Easter bunny was having an off-day.
Tiresome pink satin bows, pointless egg hunts, enforced joie de vivre – especially hard to summon – there’s a gale blowing!
Gathering some esprit de corps, he gambolled lethargically with other bunnies as a crowd of kids came into view. Hoppity-hop, mid-air twirl; that raised a half-hearted cheer.
Lettuce, barley, cabbage – sigh – city farms don’t do ‘deli’.
Perhaps the Easter fairy godmother has visited though. She’s in the form of a brown wild cousin. How did he get into this unbreachable stockade?
Not for nothing have burrowing skills lain dormant in our bunny’s DNA …