Getting Ready for the Easter Bunny

We are getting our garden ready for the Easter Bunny. Every year, we
invite the kids of our family and friends for an egg hunt in our back
yard. Right now, my teenagers (who are on Spring Break) are putting in
their two hours each of gardening a day. Since we filled in the
swimming pool and built a rail line for our caboose, we have a new yard
area in which to hunt. Next Saturday afternoon before
we go to church, the Associate Bunny will dye dozens of hard boiled
eggs and stuff dozens of plastic eggs with toys and candies for the
Easter Bunny to hide.

There is a standing ritual to our annual Egg Hunt on Easter Sunday morning:

• To begin, all hunters gather in the living room where relative
  ages are determined and the Egg Hunt rules are explained. Rule #1
  is always: There are no eggs in the flower beds. Other
  rules have to do with timing and the boundaries in which where
  eggs may be found. All hunters must repeat Rule #1.
  Anyone expressing doubts about the Easter Bunny is excluded from the hunt.
  Only true believers allowed!

• Every egg hunter has a basket and an advisor. The advisor is a
  small stuffed animal who accompanies them on the hunt. Each child gets to
  pick their basket and advisor (picking goes in order of age, starting
  with the youngest). They get to take their advisor and basket home along
  with any eggs and candy their parents allow.

• Kids line up at the back door in order of age, youngest at the front.
  Parents are not allowed outside until the teens go since it is
  hard for parents not to offer unfair help and advice. (The advice
  is rarely needed anyway since the little kids always find the most eggs.)

• Each child gets 2 minutes of hunting before the next child leaves
  the house. There are easy eggs at ground level and harder eggs
  higher up, both in and under things. Eggs have been known to hide
  inside of lemons on the tree and on the dog kennel roof.
  Some eggs are not found for years…

• In addition to hiding the eggs, the Associate Bunny leaves 2
  poems. Each poem describes in obscure and maddeningly bad verse the
  unreasonably hard to find location of the gold or silver egg. The gold
  and silver eggs are usually found by the teenagers or adults but
  sometimes the littler kids figure out the puzzle first.

After the hunt, everyone eats a potluck brunch. The kids sort their new
treasures and try to convince their parents that they need to bring home
all of the eggs they found, no matter how squashed.