The Easter Bunny from Hell

Sometime in March 1999, I entered my mother's name in a drawing at the local drug store for an Easter Bunny, being given away by a greeting card company (oh, what the heck, I suppose they deserve a plug -- it was American Greetings). I didn't really know what the prize was, just that it was an Easter Bunny. I was picturing something about a foot, foot-and-a-half tall, cute, with a basket of pink flowers or something. I only put in one entry, and in her name, not mine.

Fast forward to Good Friday, April 2. The phone rings, my mother answers it. The person calling says "You've won our drawing for the Easter Bunny. Did you know you were in the drawing?" So later that day, I drive down there to pick up the prize, and sitting behind the counter is this HUGE box. What have I gotten myself into? So the skinny young cashier gets a hand truck and wheels this box out to my car. I'm trying to figure out how to get it in, and after a couple of tries, I finally stuff it into the trunk (although I can forget about closing the lid).

So I get home, wrestle the box into the kitchen (fortunately, it's not very heavy), and open it. Sitting there in a plastic bag is this humongous bunny. This is pretty funny now. I get it out of the bag and carry it to the living room, placing it on the floor in front of the piano. Its head comes to the keyboard! Later, my brave if not quite intelligent cat decides to defend his home against this intruder and attacks its foot, so I move it to a chair.

But the sheer size of the thing is not why I call it the Easter Bunny from Hell. I am convinced that it is evil. Look closely at its face. Sure, it's got a great big goofy grin, but that can't hide the true emotion that shows in its eyes. See how the tops of the eyes curve inward? Just exactly the way cartoonists draw people who are plotting something very nasty. I don't know what this creature is up to, but it can't be anything good. It'll probably come alive one of these nights and hack us to death in our sleep, and the cops will be mystified because there will only be this big, dumb, stuffed Easter Bunny with a big pink nose and long floppy ears in the house with the doors locked from the inside.

Anyway, here are the pictures:

Huge, ain't it?

In an effort to appease it, I put it in my recliner. It looked particularly pleased with itself after I leaned it back.

Finally, though, I put it in the corner chair, where it's still very much in the way but at least it's not occupying someone's seat. But if you haven't been convinced of its evilness yet, look at this profile shot: the wickedness of the grin is more evident than ever.

See what I mean?

So if I suddenly disappear from the internet, and then you hear about the mysterious deaths of a 32-year-old man and his 58-year-old mother in their home in Naperville, you'll know what happened.

UPDATE: When I got home from work on Monday, my mother said the bunny had told her its name. "Told you?" I asked. Yes, it whispered it in her ear (clearly the work of the devil). Its name is Buster, but my grandmother keeps calling it Bozo, which I think fits better.

NEW UPDATE: April 5, 2003 Buster had been out of his plastic bag and on the chair by the piano for a few days when I noticed something tucked under his paw.

A closer look confirmed my worst fears:

Buster has a minion!

Yes, he now has an assistant to help him with his evildoing. If it or the tag in its ear looks familiar to you, that's because it's trying to pass itself off as a Beanie Baby named Dippy, "born" in 2002. But I know the truth and I'm being even more vigilant than before. I know Dippy moves around because the day after I took these pictures, I came home and found him lounging in Buster's ear. When I commented on this, my mother said yes, and Buster didn't like it, either. He'd told her he wanted Dippy moved back under his paw. I did it promptly so Buster wouldn't do something nasty in my sleep; he is still a greater threat than Dippy, whom Buster doesn't seem to have fully entrusted with the totality of his dark powers.

It took me a full two weeks after Dippy appeared to write this update to this page, which is obviously a result of Buster clouding my mind; only the overwhelming goodness of the Easter weekend restored my mental faculties sufficiently to get the word out.

2010 UPDATE: March 28, 2010 Every year, Buster has whammied my mother to make me get him out of his bag and put him on the chair. But sometime in the last seven years (Buster has fogged my memory of exactly when), the situation got even worse.

Yes. Buster has another minion.

This one is not a Beanie Baby. Its tag just identifies it as a Mrs. Bunny Collectible. This time, it took the large effort involved in moving my web site to a new address to overcome the bunny-induced lethargy and update this page. Clearly, Buster's power continues to grow.

This page was created on April 4, 1999 (my grandma's 80th birthday).
Updated April 19, 2003.
Updated March 28, 2010.
Moved to March 30, 2010.

© 1999-2010 David Streeter

(And in case American Greetings' lawyers happen to be reading this, I'm kidding! Got it? This is just a JOKE! Okay? Thank you.)
(The same goes for Ty's lawyers.)

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