We met at a Starbucks, next
to a Pet Smart. Peter mentioning over the phone that the proximity to other
animals, Starbuck’s awareness of animal issues, “having the best freakin’ latte,”
plus, being outdoors is where he feels most comfortable. He was wearing a very
colorful vest over his snow white fur, his voice much lower than I expected,
resonate and hauntingly persuasive.
Larry: Thank you so much for
meeting with me sir.
Peter: I always love it when I can talk to my “Peeps.”
Larry: Ha! That’s a good one, sir…
Peter: Oh, please, call me
Peter.
Larry: You’re much taller
than I expected, Peter.
Peter: Yea, I get that. That’s another reason I
selected the outdoor patio. These ears can get in the way.
Larry: How tall are you?
Peter: It varies. I can control
my ears and then by dipping my head or pulling my feet to my chest I can become
much smaller. It helps when going into smaller homes.
Larry: You brought up feet.
Having I would think the luckiest rabbit’s foot, has that ever been a problem,
someone trying to get a foot?
Peter: In the south I’ve run
into it a few times but being magical I can easily persuade.
Larry: How do you mean?
Peter: Well, it was Easter
morning, early. I was finishing up in a section by the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
There I was, hippity-hoppity, you know, down the bunny trail, keeping Easter on
its way. I ran into some frat boys shooting guns in the back of a house. It was
twenty-somethings having fun. Well, I had to get in the house. I had to get to the baskets and I don’t leave anyone out.
So, this guy was drunk and yells to his buddies something like, “Hey look the
Easter Bunny. Let’s cut off his foot.” I
thought hell, I ain’t got time for this but he approached me pointing the gun
so I grabbed it, turned him around and stuck my foot up his ass. It wasn’t
pretty. He screamed. His fraternity brothers screamed. Hell, I even screamed.
My foot was pretty far up his ass.
Larry: It wasn’t his Lucky
day, huh?
Peter: Not by a long shot, my
friend. Not by a long shot.
Larry: So, tell us, what’s
the best part of the job?
Peter: Oh, I love my job,
especially the kids. You gotta love the kids, their excitement; it’s the next
best thing since Christmas. Then there’s the bright colors, the clothes, I do like
the spring clothes, families dressing up, my
wife likes that. She looks forward to wearing white after Easter. Actually, this is
the most enjoyable job in the world. It’s important, yes, stressful yes, but
such a pleasure. Look, I’m a rabbit yet I get to bring joy to people, young and
old. I’m the luckiest bunny in the world.
Larry: Anything tick you off?
Peter: Nothing really gets me
mad. Are there things that I wish people wouldn’t say, do, or not do, that sort
of thing, of course?
Larry: What are some?
Peter: The joke about me and the chicken getting
together to get Easter eggs, lame, very lame. My wife doesn’t care anymore but
my kids hear those and believe me I got more than a few basket loads of kids.
Hell, I breed like a…well, like a rabbit.
Larry: Anything else?
Peter: Changing my name to
“The Spring Bunny” is kind of strange. I wish people wouldn’t do that.
Larry: What’s your favorite song?
Peter: Sammy Davis Jr. “The
Candy Man.”
Larry: Favorite thing to
bring children?
Peter: Jelly beans for Tommy
and colored eggs for Sister Sue, although, I do enjoy bringing toys. That
started with the Baby Boom. The economy was better. The economy, situations in
the household, and people’s outlook on life has a lot to do with what
materializes in people’s baskets. One’s Easter basket can be a metaphor for
one’s life.
Larry: Favorite Movie?
Peter: Fatal Attraction.
Larry: Really?
Peter: No, I’m just messing
with you. I don’t watch a whole lot of movies. I do like Willie Wonka when he’s
in the candy garden. I guess with the family life I end up watching a lot of
TV. I like “Idol”, less now because of Nikki Minaj. Her hair is nice and
colorful but her speaking voice rubs me a bit.
Larry: What has changed for
you through the years?
Peter: Wow… Plenty... Too much
to go into but I will say this. I’m the Easter Bunny. You may not believe in me
and that’s fine that’s your loss. The same with Santa, it’s your loss. But do
you remember when you woke up on Easter morning with not a care in world, fixed
on nothing but seeing a basket of candy, running to the den or living room,
your mother or dad, family, whatever, following, anticipating your reaction?
That is magical. That is me. That is the Easter Bunny.
Larry: Thank you, Peter.Peter: Thank you and Happy Easter.
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