A carrot for the Easter Bunny

I rode the bunny hill chair with a little ski school kid today as they always try to get adults go with them. It sort of turned into the Easter Bunny hill chair. And now I think I sort of understand this whole Easter Bunny thing. I've been wondering about it for years.

So my little kid, Wil, was four years old and a blue bib. Second to the best skill level. I asked the instructor if he could get off of the chair ok at the top, and the response was sort of mixed. That meant be ready to grab him and haul him off. His legs stuck straight out. One of those. The lift operator had to place him on the chair and then I put my poles infront of him and grabbed the back of his jacket.

Wil struck up a conversation the moment we left the ground. Told me about his skate board that has fire on the bottom of it. Complimented me on my ski poles, and told me black was his favorite color. So I asked him if he was going to hunt for Easter eggs. He was, and he had done it before so he knew what he was doing. I said he would be good at it then, and he agreed.

Then he told me that he had put out a carrot for the Easter Bunny but some animal had eaten it. "What kind of animal?" I asked. "I don't know." he said. "Was it a gopher?" I asked. "No." "Well, was it a squirrel then?" "No it wasn't a squirrel." He said. "Was it a bird?" "No,.. it was a chicken." Wil Said. "A chicken!?" I questioned. "A scary wild chicken." He responded. A scary wild chicken had eaten the carrot that he had left out for the Easter Bunny.

I did notice a few rabbit tracks in the snow looking down from another chair. So I'm thinking that perahps rabbits come out onto the snow about this time of year. And this gave rise to the whole Easter Bunny thing. I just never put the whole thing together until today.