‘Twas the day after Easter and all through the meadow, not a bunny was hopping nor a Peep marshing mellow. Daffodils looked on with bowed heads as wounded and disabled choco rabbits paraded by on crutches and prosthesis while various colored eggs barely showed, when the light was just right, from aggressive hiding places. Put those miserably mangled chocolate critters out of their misery. Put leftover Peeps high on a shelf. They will hold their “quality” for years to come. Today let us toast the passing of another marketing mile post and be thankful that laborious meaning can be avoided in such a sweet and colorful fashion.