Reminds me of one year near Easter time where my oldest (then about 6-7) and I were outside with our dog (Jessie) raking leaves. While raking I hear a squeek. I rake the same spot and hear another squeek so I dig up the leaves and there are four little bunny rabbits. When I uncovered them they all ran away. Three of them went to the hedges where I saw them but we couldn't find the fourth. A few minutes later, we find the fourth little bunny between our dogs legs. Not bloody, but dead as a doornail (always love to use that term). My daughter then yells out, "JESSIE KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY." It was all I could do to hold back the laughter.