Reducing the Easter Bunny

Punny Pixels, hiphopping, Peter cottontail and the Easter bunny funny kept me company today.
I learned that according to the Easter myth, the hare was once a bird who, when Orion sent a sudden cold spell that froze his wings, was saved by the benevolence of the goddess Oster who transformed him into a hare. The vigilance and speed of the hare have hence come to immortalize the need to flee from sin and temptation, and become a reminder of the fleeting passage of life.
On nights like these, when the sky is clear, you can see him still - the Hare - at the feet of Orion. In the firmament he sits between the lines to the butcher, who keeps his sword in his belt until time immemorial, because the hare has been sentenced to save his skin by revealing his true origins in the eggs he brings every Easter. Ironically, to lay an egg in informal American English means “to fail to make people enjoy or be interested in something.”
While only the hare is at home among the thorns of the briar patch, this particular hare risks scathing, skinning (tarring and feathering too) because he is not truly at home in the briar patch (ref. Brer Rabbit, Uncle Remus tales).

“Watch the birdie, smile and prepare to have your picture taken.”
“Maria Magdalena, could you please move in, a bit closer to Judas, I want to immortalize all of my disciples at the table tonight. Watch the birdie.” Click.
“ Yes, that was it, a great constellation. We are all gathered here to re-member...can't remember.”

“Before the cock crows you will have denied me …”
"But Rabbi..." was like the hare in all but sin.
Zoom in. “Quick, lay an egg!”
Now here comes Peter cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail.
Hippity, hoppity, Easter’s on her way.
And the cock crowed and the hen laid another egg.
And suddenly the whole story was reduced to a few golden, grey, green and brown pixels.
Zoom out. Hip hop.