I remember waking up Easter Sunday morning and looking for my Easter basket before I had to get ready for Church. I could always count on seeing a little chocolate bunny looking at me with his little blue candy eyes.
Here is my soft sculpture version of my happy memory. He's not very tasty, but he smells yummy. He's rubbed with nice smelling spices and ready to look cute in your primitive basket.
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