[Yikes. Bless Ray, he was trying to help, but here Bunny is returned from his thoughtful meditation on what is Easter anyway, how to condense the joy and reverence and hopeful renewal wrapped up in his one day, and it looks like he's got a new nickname.]

That was a fair go, mate, but you're underselling it. I was doing what I do before it was called Easter. A long time before. Plenty of religions have their spring festivals around the equinoxes. That one latched onto what I was already doing.

[He shrugs. No hair off his back.]

You mortal adults don't see us, you know. But what we do, y'see that. We don't control you, or your stories. We're just there for ya.

Anyway, you asked about Easter. Pretend you're a kid again, and it's the end of a winter that's lasted a long, long time.

Still, spring comes again, just like it always does. Even on the coldest nights, you never lost hope, because you knew it would.

And one day, when you wake up, there's treasure hidden everywhere. Just out of the corner of your eye at first, but once you start to look - in your shoes, in your garden, under your bed, in your cereal bowls -

[He proudly holds up a painted candy egg, and tilts the omnicom so the viewers can see the absolute mountain of other painted treats mounded up on a little layer of hay in his hab.]

And trust me - you've never tasted anything so good. Not even before your winter stores ran low, but that does add something to the flavor, I'm told.

I do this for every kid, every year. So that they always have something to look forward to in the dark of winter, so that they never lose hope that spring will come again, and bring something beautiful with it.

'Course, comin' here cut me off at the knees, so I'm gonna have to convince a lot more local kids to Believe before I have the power to cover the world in a day again.

[He's still sulking about being nerfed. Always, lowkey forever.]