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Buttercup wasn't a normal brown and white speckled bunny rabbit. Sure she looked like a normal bunny rabbit, hopping around the farm all cute and fuzzy, but this cute and fuzzy bunny rabbit had a strange obsession.

On the farm, there were many animals, cows, pigs, horses, but the one animal that caught Buttercup's attention the most was the chickens.

Everyday she would pass by the chicken pen as they laid their eggs. Stepping inside, she'd hear their squawks of sheer agony every time a new one came. And these squawks were just about her favorite sound in the entire world, filling her with such emotion, she could barely contain it.

"What do you want?" said one hen glaring at her.

Buttercup sat down on the floor, looking straight at all the nests lining the walls. "Nothing, just came to watch."

All the hens grumbled at this. The hens weren't too thrilled about Buttercup sitting there watching, but whenever one tried to get up to peck her out of there, the egg that was building inside her would come, and she'd give a squawk of agony before collapsing in her nest in exhaust.

"Do you know how unlucky you are to be you?" she asked. Suddenly, a grin lit her face, "And by unlucky, I mean it would be so hilarious to be there where you're sitting, you know, doing what you're doing." A look of longing came to her face.

Yes, she just loved the idea of what it must be like to lay an egg. She couldn't help but wonder, how must it feel to be a one of them hens, knowing that by simply being female, she was subjected to such unbearable pain.

Even though she was a bunny, and not a hen, she knew her body worked a similar way, if not a little different, it just came in the form of live young, and not an egg. The self-consciousness over knowing she was capable of such vulnerability somehow activated some sense of humor deep inside her - the side of her that was part sadist, who enjoyed seeing others suffer the extreme agonies of labor, then realizing she was also part of that same spectrum just in another field.

Another hen squawked, and Buttercup snickered a laugh over her own female predicament.

Yeah, egg laying and birth was kind of an insult to females of all species. But Buttercup was a female. Why did that "insult" kind of made her love being herself so much more?

One sensitive hen sat in her nest shivering. "I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready..."

Her neighbor put a wing over her shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you can do this."

Suddenly, the sensitive hen screamed as the egg was laid, "Ah! I can't take it! I can't take it!" Folding into her nest in self-regret.

"Easter, bet you're excited for that," Buttercup said, thinking of the Holiday coming up in just a few days, she wondered what the Easter Bunny thought of eggs given that hiding them had become his signature trademark, maybe all bunnies had a thing for eggs. "Every egg for the children to find on Easter morning" she continued "comes at the expense of pain to you gals." Buttercup suppressed the laugh she could feel building inside her.

"Okay, that's enough!" yelled one hen, but as she stood up full of fury, her egg came, and with a squawk, she was leveled back into her nest.

But still, the hen was not defeated, still folded over, she looked at Buttercup trying to hold a defiant expression through her face twisted in agony. "Maybe they'll have plastic eggs this year."

Oh, that expression was too good, the pain was obviously very real, separated from her only by the space that divided one individual from another, so close, but eternally out of her reach.

Buttercup almost envied them. She knew that eventually, most female animals gave birth, and often it was much worse than what the average bird went through, but it just lacked the sense of feeling... inevitable. Like it was her condition, that it couldn't be helped. She might have bunnies of her own someday, in fact, she probably would, but it wasn't the same as the certainty that no matter what she'd do, no matter who you avoid, you're still going to suffer through the agonies of labor whether you're ready or not just because you're female, for her it was more or less a choice.

Egg laying on the other hand- There was just something about egg laying, the inevitability of it, the knowledge your body was going to do that to you anyway whether you had a partner or not, just because that's how your body worked. With eggs, they can happen any time to anyone, for no reason at all, with or without a partner, no children necessary, just the raw pain of labor whether you made plans for it or not.

"I regret my life! I regret my life!" a hen screamed as she laid an egg.

Buttercup just loved these kinds of statement from the hens. The fact that labor made one regret their life just made her existence as a female so much more amusing.

Birds were so... Lucky? Unlucky? She didn't know, but she kind of wished all animals could share the fate of the Egg-Laying species. Especially her. That would be funny. Her suffering that way and all.

She sighed. She'd have to face it, rabbits like her didn't just burst out eggs on random. Too bad, the Universe really missed a chance to make a sense of humor out of her suffering. Maybe that's why rabbits were always having so many bunnies. Maybe they all secretly had a morbid sense of humor like her.

Oh well, someday she'd find a partner and be able to have that experience herself anyway. She couldn't wait!

But first she'd half to find a partner.

As she headed away from the hen coop, she noticed herself limping uncomfortably. She stopped, realizing she felt some sort of discomfort in her paw. As she took another step forward, she winced. She looked at her paw pad and noticed a blister growing on it. Curiously, she put her paw down, putting pressure onto the blister. A tingle passed through her entire body, seizing her up. Ow! Ow! Ow! She pulled her paw up, tingling all over. She couldn't do this! She couldn't inflict this kind of pain on herself no matter how minor.

Her heart began to flutter. Wow! And Birth was supposed to be much worse. And that was something she wouldn't be able to escape when the time came. If she couldn't take the pressure of an itty-bitty blister, then imagine the pressure she'd feel when she actually gave birth. She shifted her legs, trying to imagine. She couldn't even comprehend. It was going to be way too intense for her to handle. It was going to be epic!

Buttercup sighed. "I love being female."

A cow looked over at her and rolled her eyes. "You again?"

Buttercup looked over at her. "How's the milking coming along? Must feel amusing to have yourself milked everyday because your body makes that stuff for some reason. I'll make milk someday too when I have babies of my own. That'll be so weird."

The cow just grumbled.

Buttercup couldn't wait to get herself married, but now that she thought of it... where was she even gonna find a boyfriend?

It was Saturday night, almost Midnight, when she heard a rustling outside of her warm pen. Cautiously, she got up and headed out to look around.

Outside in the moonlight, she saw a shadow creeping through the night, and then disappearing into the bushes.

Quickly, she gave chase. Once she reached the spot she saw the shadow flee to, it was empty. Buttercup was about to move on when she saw laying in the patch of grass, a colorful decorated Egg.

Another rustle ahead of her. Her heart jittered. Easter Bunny!

She'd nearly forgotten it was Easter, but here in the moment, it all came rushing back, the Holiday she loved more than any other, the day when Bunny's and eggs came together in perfect harmony. (There was also the matter of Jesus' Resurrection, Buttercup wondered if he thought Egg Laying was as cool as she did.)

Buttercup scampered forward, hoping to catch her role model before he moved onto the next property. She spotted another egg - Plastic. Ugh - and moved on.

Finally, she heard him just up ahead, and out of the bushes, she pounced! Landing right on top of him, before he even knew what hit him.

Easter Bunny cried out, eggs falling right out of his basket. As Buttercup looked down at him, she suddenly felt her heart flip-flop inside her. He looked almost like her, small, fluffy, but where she was speckled brown and white, he was speckled black and white.

And he was the cutest bunny she had ever seen.

She had hoped to find a partner someday who she could marry, hopefully have bunnies of her own with, but she never actually known what it was like to have a crush, hadn't even considered that part of the journey.

But right now, she could feel the biggest crush rising up inside her.

A huge grin came to her face.

Buttercup had a crush on the Easter Bunny.