Carrot juice on the rocks
It hadn’t and Tommy told his shrink that when he first started the whole Easter Bunny gig he loved chocolate. He remembered bounding around with his father. That was before he made up his mind to actually go into the family business.
“Maybe you should go talk to your dad. I wonder if he’s gone through this sort of thing?”
“Yeah, maybe,” said Tommy. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. This was a disaster.
That night, he swigged his carrot juice and passed out on the couch watching “When Bunny met Sally.”
The next morning, at his wit’s end, Tommy went to see his dad at his stump in upstate New York.
“Tommy, what a lovely surprise.” his Dad said warmly. “Have a chocolate.”
“Well, Dad, that’s actually why I am here...”
His dad stopped short. A moment of realization crossed his older rabbit face. “Same thing happened to me, son. About your age.” He beckoned Tommy closer, lifted his large ear and whispered a piece of advice into it.
It was good to hang out with his father. Good to know that other Easter bunnies had gone though the same thing and walking home he realized his father was right. He was lonely.
He stopped off to see The Young Bunny who lived on Cotton Tail Lane across the street and asked her out right then and there. She said she “would love to” and they made plans to have dinner with Donald and Trixie at The Hole.
He still didn’t want any chocolate, but his father had gotten to the root of his problem. Tommy vowed, in fact, to start exercising more and stay off the chocolate until next Easter. Santa would be disappointed, but he would understand. He could stand to lose a few pounds himself.