The Easter Bunny totally exists. He lives under my shed and eats the stale bread we throw out every week for the birds (because you can't buy half a loaf, and a full loaf is always too much). The neighbor lady chases him from her garden in a sari with a fly swatter. He's faster than she is (maybe because she's running in a sari?). He's also faster than my Yorkie, Thomas.

Cheers,
Michelle