I don't hand-out chocolate-covered eggs.
I hand-out chocolate pellets.
When I was 8 years old, I briefly owned a rabbit. I expected it to act like the family cats, as any fluffy creature should...
Stoopud thing ran away any time it saw me. The whole relationship involved me setting out food and water, and walking the lawn with a little shovel picking up piles of pellets.
My Dad was a bit confused when he broke the news to me that it had died while I was at school, and I didn't break down and cry.
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It took me a while to want a bowl of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast...