Bunny souls!

We are coming quickly upon one of my favorite holidays, Easter. In my youngest years I was raised as an Easterchristmastarian. For the uninitiated this fun faction of the Christian religion was a self-defined group whose primary dogma went a little something like this: Giveth unto God his due in Church so long as said Church falleth on services scheduled for the holidays of Easter and/or Christmas. I think it had a lot to do about saving on expensive dress clothes. While dressing up like little Lord Fauntleroy for the day gave you the confidence to command Imperial Navies, as well as get your ass kicked from the non-Church attending heathens on the way home, the real thrill for Easter was the bunny souls!

Chocolate covered monkeys are one thing, but they can't hold a candle to the purity of a hollow chocolate rabbit. Every Easter, chocolate companies gather the souls of bunnies who died birthing colored eggs. They capture these within chocolate vessels, then sell them to parents who give all the good boys and girls the blessing in a plastic basket on Easter morning. Story goes that if you pop off the hollow chocolate rabbit head fast enough, you can capture the soul and keep it with you, safe, to deliver one day into heaven. That's what I heard anyway. I never really made it to Sunday school to get the updates on the things that didn't make it into the Bible.