Can You Hear Me Now?

Each Easter several disturbing traditions arrive as the painted eggs roll onto the lawns. Some overly competitive adults actually try to hide the eggs in places impossible for small children to see or reach. Seriously? Your own sports dreams fizzled out so you are going to compensate by "beating" a child in an Easter egg hunt. A couch and a therapist await you. Adults also  purchase fragile little chicks and furry little bunnies to pose with caffeinated/medicated children in sugar-induced comas. They also present these innocent creatures as gifts in baskets with pink and green plastic grass. The animals have done nothing to provoke such cruelty and yet they are sacrificed for the momentary pleasure of the youngsters. The curiousity and fascination with the springtime creatures passes quickly as the tikes realize that the animals are unarmed and do not transform into any sort of weapon. Meanwhile another sacrifice is taking place at the hands of children and adults alike. Chocolate bunnies are suffering the painful and inexplicable loss of their ears. Poachers disguised as family members clad in pastels,casually rip the ears from the defenseless hares. Once the ear removal is complete,the bunnies have no chance of hearing the predators when they return for round two. Other bunnies try in vain to warn them but they cannot hear the alarms. It is a sad thing to see. A basket with a few cracked colorful eggs,cushioned by totally unrealistic plastic grass of many colors,surrounded by an earless chocolate rabbit and a few peeps. Ending this madness begins with each of us. There are enough peanut butter and chocolate eggs for us all. Let the bunnies live. We can hear their joyful hippity hop hop hop. But can they? Can they?