"Who are you?"
"What does it look like I am? Santy Clause? Go back to sleep, kid."
"Because if you see me, you don't get any eggs."
"That's a pretty stupid rule."
"Look kid, I don't make the rules, ok? I just deliver the eggs."
"Why eggs? You're a rabbit. Well, you're sort of like a rabbit. Of course rabbits are much smaller than you but I guess you have to be big to carry all those eggs. But why eggs? Rabbits don't lay eggs."
"Sheesh. It's traditional, ok?"
"Who said so?"
"It dates back to pagan times. It's fertility symbol. You're a pretty smart kid, right? You know about the winter solstice, renewal of life, rebirth? Right? Eggs - rabbits - we're symbols of fertility and fecundity."
"So why not have chickens delivering eggs? If eggs are symbols of fertility surely it's the chickens that are fertile?"
"What? You think chickens are fertile? You've never seen a couple of rabbits...say - how old are you, kid?"
"Five. And rabbits doing what?"
"Forget it. Anyway - these aren't eggs - they're chocolate."
"Is chocolate a fertility symbol?"
"Um. No. I don't think so."
"Then why are you delivering chocolate eggs?"
"Because...because...uh...dammit, kid! Stop asking so many questions!"
"If I don't ask questions I won't ever know stuff. That's what my Daddy says. So come on - why the chocolates."
The rabbit sighed. "I don't know. I have no idea. I've been doing this for thousands of years and I've never stopped to think about it. You know what? You're right. It *is* stupid. In fact, I quit. Here. These are for you."
The easter bunny never came back to the Lane house, but for some reason Jane and her big brother, Trent, never seemed to run out of easter eggs.