One year at Easter [I must have been in middle school], my dad had decided to relax out on the deck. We'd already been to church, and we had stuffed ourselves with ham, deviled eggs, and my mom's potato salad [which used to be my Gran's...is mine now...and one day will be my daughter's].
My dad rubbed his eyes, opened them, and yup, it was a still there - a huge bunny rabbit, white with grey fur. [I'm tellin' you, you couldn't make this stuff up.] Anyway, he yelled out for someone to come and see it. [Yeah, if I were him, I'd want a witness, too] So, one of my older sisters and I went out there to see what the fuss was all about.
My sister and I looked, rubbed our eyes, looked again, and started laughing. It was huge, and it looked like it was someone's pet. My sister and I decided to catch it and return it to it's owner. [Do you realize how hard it is to catch a runaway bunny?...Not fun.]
Well, Runaway Bunny led us on a merry chase through bushes that left scratches all over us, but we did prevail. Luckily, we'd been right about him being someone's pet - he was tame. What we would've done if he hadn't been, I don't know. [We were caught up in the moment.] Dad, I think, was just glad that it was real and not the aftereffects of too many margaritas.
My sister and I went house to house, put up signs, and did everything we could to find Runaway Bunny's owner. No luck. After about a month, it became clear that Runaway Bunny was my new pet. He was huge, ate a lot, and was very tame. Basically, he was a big "sweetie pie". Did I mention he was huge? When he stretched out while relaxing, he was about 2 feet long, or so, with long ears and soft fur.
So, that was the year the Easter Bunny left me Runaway Bunny. He has a funny sense of humor - that Easter Bunny. Strange though, Dad never did drink margaritas in the hot tub again [at least not on major holidays]. Could you imagine? [Santa, turkeys, cupid, ghosts, goblins, etc.]
So, have a Happy Easter, and may the Easter Bunny show you his sense of humor, too!