Everything depends on a ceramic bunny
When I was very young, my mother gave me a ceramic bunny. It looked just like this one. In my memory, it looked exactly like this one…only for some reason I really think the one I had was a bit bigger. Not much, but a bit. I may be wrong about that. I haven’t seen that bunny in years. I suppose it might still be hanging around in some box or the back of a drawer someplace, nestled safely enough to be forgotten over however many years and however many moves, but more likely that poor bunny just got lostDown the rabbit hole….