Now, if we could only find a maypole, the revelry could really begin... bunny babes springing and shaking their tails in invitation while they dance and twine blossom-colored ribbons around the maypole... tankards of carrot ale... lusty looks from their bright brown eyes... the teasing twitches of their long silky ears... then, rolling together in the sweet moist grass of early evening... doing the wild rabbit thing once the moon rises... where is that dang maypole? Doesn't anyone believe in fertility anymore?