Wilson thought today, 'Good Saturday' as he refers to it, was the day he got his chocolate eggs.
To make up for his disappointment, I took him and Antony into the village to meet the Easter Bunny.
I could tell W was shocked as soon as he saw the rabbit's size — his grip on my hand tightened, his eyes widened and he repeatedly told little Antony, 'There's nothing to be scared of, everything will be fine. I hope.'
I tried to reassure them both, but barely a few minutes after arriving Wilson told me that we should be getting back home.
He explained that he had a lot to do what with the start of British Summertime [Daylight Saving] and the University Boat Race all happening tomorrow.
'Also,' he added, 'I must dash off a letter to Father Eastermas to confirm that I've been a very good boy throughout the year, and I don't want to miss the mail collection!'
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