Jack stood overhead, looking at the Easter Bunny. He was laying eggs here and there, and was also being followed by other eggs with feet. Jack knew only two words could describe it, and they both contradicted each other.
Adorable and creepy.
He'd always looked up to the Easter Bunny, always putting him in the same category as Santa Clause. He wanted to meet his second favorite hero.
He practiced his lines, "Hey, Easter Bunny! That's some adorable eggs you got there. You paint 'em yourself?" while at the same time trying to convince himself that it wasn't creepy (he failed at the latter).
Staff at hand, he landed a few yards away from the giant bunny.
"Hmm," he said in a quiet voice, "he looks sorta like a kangaroo."
Immediately, a boomerang came flying out of nowhere and attacked the tree behind him. It came back around him and flung itself towards the Easter Bunny's open hand.
"Uh," was Jack's great response.
"I'll have you know, I'm a bunny mate," he said.
And of course, being the curious guy with endless witty remarks that came whether he wanted them to or not, Jack had to ask, "With that accent?"
The giant kangaroo-like bunny's face scowled.
"I'm E. Aster Bunnymund. Of course I'm a bunny; the Easter Bunny," he emphasized.
"Whoa! A play on words, nice," Jack said, "but seriously? An Australian bunny the size of a kangaroo? Can I call you Easter Kangaroo instead?"
"Who the heck are you, mate? Aren't you a little old for believing in me?"
"Me? I'm not old at all! I'm only sixty-one years old!"
Bunny stared at the boy, who looked more like a teenager. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Well it's a lot less older than some guys around here," Jack defended himself. "At least I'm not more than three thousand years old like Mother Nat-"
"Waitwaitwait! You're a spirit?"
"A what?"
"A spirit! You know; you got powers, you like to hang around humans, etc."
Jack looked a bit hurt by that remark. So I'm not human...
"Well, I was born in a lake, so I guess I'm not a human huh," he said out loud, talking to Wind more than anything.
"No, you're not," Bunny showed no sympathy for the boy, "Now get outta here before I use my boomerang again," he said.
"What an arrogant bunny," Jack said, not amused at all but still displaying a smirk on his face.
"All right, you asked for it mate," Bunnymund threw the weapon, and hit Jack's sleeve (great aim, because he's just trying to scare him away).
"Oh come on! You're a bunny, but you realize I need clothes to survive the weather!" With that, he shot ice at Bunny's feet(paws?) and the pooka slipped.
"What the bloody hell was that, mate!?"
"Ice. Oh. You're a spring type of guy, aren't you? You hate cold..."
He was about to shoot another one, just to annoy the pooka, but he heard laughing. Right. It's Easter.
He shot another blast near Bunnymunds basket of eggs.
"You better hurry up," he said, and flew away.
But just for teasing, he stayed overhead, and once all the kid's were gone, he stayed high enough to be out of range but close enough for Bunny to hear him.
"By the way, your eggs are creepy!" He yelled, and flew away quickly and laughing.
"Come 'ere mate! Let me get your name so I can beat the bloody hell out of you!"
"Name's Jack Frost," said Jack's voice, fading quickly as he flew away to Burgess.
"Bloody show pony," Bunny muttered, picking up some stray eggs that didn't get picked.
Jack laughed, and then frowned, and then sighed.
First meeting with Bunny; failure. He didn't even like the Easter Bunny as much anymore.
Lies. Still his second favorite hero...
So he tried again years later. And failed.
A few more years later. Still a failed experiment.
Seven more times. Nope, nada.
He tried one more time. And he caused a blizzard.
Great, now I'm really not gonna get along with him.
And he left Bunny alone.