Light streamed down into the park which Bunny was preoccupied in, glinting off of the painted shells of the eggs as they ran around like hyperactive toddlers. He chuckled lightly and throatily, trying to herd them towards their correct places while keeping an eye out for any early rising children.
His ears pricked up as they caught the sound on the wind of such children, and he hurried up in hiding the eggs. They sensed the urgency and were seemingly delighted to obey him, but were hysterical with excitement. He did finally manage to get them into position as the children got nearer, and hid to watch with a sense of expectancy. Would the children believe in him still after what Pitch had pulled? He really hoped so. He chuckled again at this last thought. How ironic, the Guardian of Hope hoping against all odds.
Scrambling somewhat elegantly into the bushes, he decided to watch the children find the hidden treasure in the surrounding undergrowth as a grown up man wearing face paint and a barely distinguishable grumpy expression guided them in to the area. The children were all wearing rabbit ears made from paper, and some were bright eyed as they scanned the area, rushing around the park to find the eggs.
The first was found within minutes, and a grin lit up the young girl's face as she held it up triumphantly. The man tipped his head to one side in confusion as Bunny tapped the ground gently to get to the next Easter egg hunt, grinning in a way that made his whiskers twitch.
Nah mate, you didn't plant that, I did, he thought, glad to feel the belief lifting his spirits higher than all the mountains you could ever hope to scale. They believed. They believed in him, he wasn't as weak as he had been, and they truly accepted him as a part of life. These kids knew he existed, they didn't care if they found the eggs the man had put in the park because they found the little beauties that Bunny himself had planted and they knew who had left them there.
They believed in him.