Rabbits are boring. Yes, they hop, and they are soft to pet if the rabbit is inclined to sit still but, really, they don’t do much. Years ago, I tried to dissuade my daughter from getting one. I failed. We are now on rabbit number four, Leo.
Rabbit number four is a gorgeous, golden lion-maned rabbit (hence the aptly-named “Leo”). Given this Easter-bunny-picture time of year, I briefly thought about staging a family picture with our own little Easter bunny. There is one problem with this idea: Our beautiful Leo is a furry jerk.
His main talents are biting men and spinning hay into poop. Occasionally, he’ll scoot through his purple tunnel or chew a stick or some dandelion leaves if you move your hand away fast enough. Either wrap him up like a mini-Hannibal Lecter or watch out. I am not sure how Leo was scarred for life by men, but any boy older than about 10 is in serious danger around the picture-perfect, fuzzy fraud.
Leo is the embodiment of two clichés: “Appearances can be deceiving” and “time will tell.” However, at this time of year, I propose that our Leo is a more appropriate bunny to represent Easter than any happy fictional egg-laying rodent because his exterior defies all expectations.
On Good Friday, what appeared to be true at first was not the reality that God had ordained. Just when evil seems to have triumphed...wait for it…three days later…God wins!
While I’d like to get that happy family picture to share with you, I opted for the safety of my family instead, and I guarantee this will be the only time that I suggest using Leo to remind anyone of Easter: The unexpected, the thing that the sin-blind world doesn’t see coming -- the miracle of Easter and our salvation in Jesus Christ -- is worth infinitesimally more than one vicious rabbit.
Happy Easter from the Waynesburg University Writing Center!
