The Mystery of the Bunny

From my perch high above the Easter candy shelves at the store, armed with my super- powered binoculars, I am here to do a highly-classified survey of who buys what for whom. Or is that who buys what for who? Oh, well, quiet, the subjects approach.

A tired-looking mother with two kids in the grocery cart, kids have spotted the candy shelves, “but I want it now” one screams. The other cries, but just points at the large Easter basket on the top shelf.

The mother knows this is her last chance to help ole Peter Rabbit as he hops down the bunny trail, so she grabs a package of hiding candy eggs individually wrapped for safety, two dozen chocolate eggs wrapped in pretty foil, a package of blue Easter grass, two cartons of malted eggs, and one large bag of M&Ms. We all know who the M&M’s are for, right?

Next, the school teacher arrives, pencils sticking from her hair, she is in a hurry, only has two minutes to buy the candy without getting out of her blocks (inside joke). She is rewarding herself you can tell, she reaches for the expensive top shelf candy, looks left, then right and grabs her weakness, the chocolate pecan caramel eggs. Yum!

Grandpaw and grandmaw are pondering over the candy for the grandchildren. They stare at the chocolate eggs and then the Peeps. A study done on Peeps said that after ten years in their packages they were still in the same form and edible. What are those things made of? We could use them for road repair. They finally decide on a couple bags of chocolate eggs. Good choice!

Only a few more days until somehow the Bunny gets in your house and deposits the eggs in a special basket. No one leaves him cookies or even carrots, yet, the Easter Bunny is always smiling. The mystery of the Bunny— will it ever be solved?

In the meantime, Happy Easter, Monticello!