"I see your point," I said, feeling a little sorry for the bunnies. "What are your other demands?"
"A decent living wage and a hutch of our own," said the executive secretary. "No more of this lettuce stuff. We want cold hard cash. Just like what those religious folks put in the collection plates once a year."
"That seems fair," I responded. "Are there other demands?"
"You bet your union card there are," said Bunny. "We want a 50-week work year, with two weeks vacation; that's still fewer vacation days than in most civilized countries. We want nine paid holidays, reasonable sick leave, maternity and day care benefits, medical and dental insurance--do you realize dentists charge us double because of the size of our incisors?--and a prohibition against using us for cosmetic testing."
"But Easter is only one day a year," I said. "Certainly you can't expect Easter every day."
"What's so bad about that? Look what it'll do for the egg, Peeps, and clothing industries. If Easter was every day we'd soon have full employment."