There is fake green grass, little white picket fences,a shed with a big ornate garden chair for kidsto sit and pose with the Easter Bunny. There are no kids Metal Spun Suppliers yet.One young guy is manning the fort. As I approach, I think, he doesnt know my face, I could still walk away...walk away, it echoes in some dim part of my mind that still has dignity. But I know this is my destiny. Appointed by God, or drilled into my psyche from childhood;some forgotten moment when mommylaughed and smiled at an unpremeditated antic. A stumble, a surprised look....resulting in laughter. A clown is born. And so here we are. I tell the guy my name. We go to suit up.There are hidden places in malls, walls with keyholes, that open into large empty spaces used to store stuff.The suit is there. I must admit it is beautiful. Pristine, first snow of winter white. Soft, lovely fur. Except for one little brown spot on the belly. The guy tells me There was an ice cream incident. I put on the suit. It fits perfectly, of course. All white, with a pink belly, the body of the suit alonemakes me feel like Sasquatch.I picture me walking,big arm swings in the woods, grainy image, I look back over my shoulder, Wild Easter bunny , showing contempt for humankind. The feet are enormous boats of white spongy material. They go on right over my old boots.(the same boots that stepped in the poop of Shaqoneals dog, at another weird job. ) The bunny hands consist of thumbs and one big finger. And then the head. Its a really nice one. Shiny, pink nose, big dopey red smiley mouth, the expression perpetual surprise, amazed with happiness that this child showed up, this old best friend. When you put on the head for the first time, you think maybe this wasnt such a good idea. . The head is hot. Lets start like that. Go into your attic, rip some of that pink, fluffy stuff off the walls, wrap it tightly around your head. Now go outside on a hot summer day and cavort,Dance around, wave, hop, gesture, shake your head. Imagine theres a government sniper watching you through a scope with orders to shoot if you stop moving. This is the Easter Bunny experience. But I dont want to give the impression itwasnt fun. I found it immensely so. But then Im weird. Someone escorts me to the set, because, did I mention,you can hardly see anything from inside the bunnyhead. The whole outfit is like a man on the moon spacesuit, on which the big, clear face bubble has been spray painted almost completely over by mischievous aliens. You can see straight ahead through two big eyeholes, but theres a sort of black fog over everything because youre looking through mesh.Theres a surreal quality to it, children waving,bunny smiling, as volcanic ash slowly falls from MountSt.
