President Franklin Basile sits at the head of the table, his expression both grave and contemplative, as his closest advisers take their seats. The air is heavy with anticipation—each man present understands the weight of the recent Harvard study and its implications for American tradition. Papers rustle as Senator Mark Spudich, ever the skeptic, slides the infamous report to the President.
Senator Bob Badura leans forward, his brow furrowed. "Gentlemen, if Harvard's research is to be believed, we've all been misled since childhood. But their methods seem… suspect."
Ambassador Robert Mix glances around, his voice calm yet pointed. "Statistical analysis can be twisted to fit any narrative. Did anyone here actually see their data? Their so-called 'control group' consisted of… stuffed rabbits?"
Justice Tom Donegan, his spectacles perched precariously, examines the report. "Much of this is plagiarized—paragraphs lifted straight from a 1792 treatise on European folklore. Gentlemen, this is not research—this is a farce."
Justice Ron Wambach nods, his gavel tapping gently on the table. "And their conclusion—that bunnies do not lay eggs? No evidence, only conjecture. If magic exists in childhood, who are we to dispel it with such poor scholarship?"
Secretary of Education Darrel Jacobs smiles, his voice brimming with conviction. "Let the Harvard scholars have their numbers. Our children deserve better stories. The Easter Bunny exists—and bunnies do lay eggs, though never in plain sight."
Secretary of the Treasury Ken Winnicki adds, "If we abandon wonder, we lose something essential. Tradition matters."
"By the authority vested in me, I hereby declare that the White House shall host an annual Easter Egg Roll. Let this be a celebration of belief in the unseen, and a testament to the enduring magic of Easter," he proclaims, signing his name with a flourish.
Vice President James Flynn and Secretary of State Terry O' Reilly exchange nods, their faces illuminated by hope and pride.
President Basile watches from the porch, a gentle smile on his lips, surrounded by his loyal advisers. Somewhere in the glint of sunlight on the dew-speckled grass, the legend of the Easter Bunny lives on, as bright and unbreakable as hope itself.
