Break time!

Funny story, just in time for Easter:
My roommate Karen (yeah, it's just a ball of confusion at my place when someone yells "Karen" without any specification; we also have to differentiate between Allans, but I digress...) came home from school on Sunday night and found a fluffy brown bunny sitting on our front lawn, which had very recently been transformed into a glacier due to various meteorological phenomena (our lawn, not the rabbit). "Hey there, Mr. Rabbit, what are you doing there?" she asks politely. Mr. Rabbit promptly hops away, and Karen looks at the lawn and realizes what Mr. Rabbit was doing there. The next morning when I left the house, there were two very distinct areas on the lawn where there were high concentrations of what looked like chocolate covered raisins. Suddenly, this whole idea of associating rabbits and chocolate at this festive time of year became much clearer. And I guess Karen interrupted Mr. Rabbit at an inconvenient time.

Break over.

"Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail..."