So, as some of you may know, I work as a portrait photographer at the Macy’s in the Houston Galleria. That’s the big fancy rich people mall down here.
Today. Was Easter Bunny Day.
Why do we keep doing this? I mean, I know why we do it, we do it because we make money hand over fist. But why do parents keep doing this? There isn’t a child in America that likes getting their photo taken with the Easter Bunny. They scream, and cry, and kick, and wail. Of the 112 photographs I took today, not a single one was of a happy, smiling, docile child.
And honestly who can blame them? These aren’t like children of a thinking, reasoning age. The oldest one was 4 years-old, tops. Their understanding of reality isn’t really set yet. They don’t see this great, huge lumbering thing that looks like a bunny rabbit, yet so clearly isn’t, and think “Oh, this is just some guy in an Easter Bunny costume.” They think this thing is a god damn Lovecraftian horror. Of course they cry.
I’m just glad it’s over. You know, after 11 hours.
chocolate rabbit. chocolate. rabbit. edible chocolate easter rabbit. chocolate. not real. not furry rabbit. chocolate. the chocolate head of the chocolate bunny broke off. all chocolate. no living creature
On Easter Monday - as though they were in Scotland and not on the magical Easter Island - the Easter bunny invited Algy to indulge in a wee spot of pace egging, but as they didn’t have a sloping hillside handy, they had to roll their eggs on the flat grass…
When indulging in the activity of pace egging it is traditional to sing an old folk song, and indeed to beg for some money, eggs, or beer, but as neither Algy nor the Easter bunny have very good singing voices, and they don’t much care for beer, they decided to leave the singing to those better qualified…
Here’s one two three jolly lads all in one mind, We have come a pace egging and we hope you’ll prove kind; And we hope you’ll prove kind, with your eggs and strong beer, And we’ll come no more nigh you until the next year.
Happy Spring and Happy Easter to you all
[Note: the word pace in this context has nothing to do with speed, but is an old English version of the Latin word for Easter - Pascha]
While Algy was chatting with the little green dragon among the Easter cherry blossom, he told his odd wee friend many stories of his adventures on the mysterious Easter Island, where he had found himself this time last year, and it occurred to him that perhaps some of his new friends might like to see what he had got up to last Easter Monday in that magical faraway place.
