Let me tell you, sleeping in the same room as an australian Easter Bunny. For one thing, he sleep walks. Or would it be sleep hopping? He kept getting out of the pallet grandmother had made on the floor for him and asking where the carrots were. I kept telling him that I didn't have any.

When he finally woke up, he yawned and stretched.

"I slept like a baby! How 'bout you?" he asked me. I sat up in my bed and glared at him.

"I had this wierd dream where a deranged kangaroo kept asking where my carrots were!" I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Wow, mate. That is pretty wierd. Hey, you got any carrots?"

I threw my pillow at him. He threw it back, and we had an all-out pillow war. That is, until Boreas, my greyhound, came in and started growling. Bunny backed up into the wall.

"Down, ya little bugger," he commanded. Boreas apparently didn't speak australian. In between giggles, I commanded Boreas to get down. He reluctantly obliged. My mother came in and asked why Boreas was growling.

"He-um-saw a moth." I answered. Since mother didn't belive in the Easter Bunny, she couldn't see him.

"Mmm hmmm. Get dressed, you need to-"

I cut her off "Shovel the walk. I'm on it" After I got dressed, Bunny and I left for the woods. After walking in silence for a while, I tried to start a conversation.

"You really do look like a kangaroo. And the accent dosen't help," I said. "no offense."

He shook the snow off of his coat and glared at me. "How is that not offensive? I am not a kangaroo. I am a pooka. Kangaroo, bah!"

"Did you say you were a poopa? What's a poopa?" I asked, quizzicaly.

"Pooka. Pooka! The pookas were a race of philosophical warrior rabbits." he answered, puffing his chest a little.

"Were?" I asked.

"Yes, were. They were wiped out a long time ago. Don't know how, no one does."

"Sorry I brought it up. Oh, look we're here." We where, in fact, at the edge of the woods. We walked a little farther until we came to the boulder where I had first seen the frost giant.

"Stop. we're here," I told him. "Just wait here. I'll go talk to him, and explain our situation."

"Sounds like a plan, mate. The less I have to see of him, the better."

I rolled my eyes and walked into the clearing.