In my childhood imagination, my Easter-bunny could appear in many shapes, they were male or female, with endearing little ones waiting for their mommy and daddy to come back from the hard work at this time of the year. Sitting on little chairs and drinking tea from tiny little teacups with dots. The only thing I never understood was what had a bunny to do with eggs, so I tried to figure it out and came to the conclusion that the chickens were too busy to lay their eggs so they needed some help. And for some reason, I always found the idea of a bunny carrying a basket very cute 😉
