This is me seven Easters ago. One of the casinos ran a promotion and I hopped around giving out chocolate eggs and . . .
Heh-heh. Just kidding. This isn't me. I've been a pumpkin, a bumblebee, a mermaid, a princess, and numerous other characters, but never Mr. B. I donned a festive costume and worked as Mr. B's bodyguard though. And it was a casino promotion. In addition, to the casino floor, we roved an area where children were permitted to hang out. They'd charge Mr. B from all angles wanting to hug him or shake his hand or ... hit him. That's where I came in.
Mr. B has extremely limited vision. He can't see a kid running at him from the side and there's a chance the kid (or zealous adult) could startle him, throw him off balance. As for someone hitting him (Awful right? But it happens.), Mr. B has a reputation to think about. He can't 'hit back'. I couldn't hit back either, but I could head off charging kids (or adults) in a friendly yet firm way and flag down security if need be. Unfortunately, not every working bunny has a bodyguard. I not only served as protection, but as someone to talk to and joke with when times were slow.
Last year I saw 'Mr. B' in the parking lot of a restaurant my husband and I ate at. He was supposed to wave at passing cars only there weren't any. I caught him doing this little jig and I knew he was bored out of his mind. When he spun around and saw me, he stopped and gave a shy wave. I smiled, waved back, and shouted, "Happy Easter!" I could tell from his reaction that he really appreciated my enthusiastic greeting. Sometimes it ain't easy being Mr. B. Sometimes it's lonely. Sometimes it's dangerous. So if you see Mr. B in your travels today, please take the time to smile and say 'hi'. Oh, and don't hit. Be kind to Mr. B. He's a goodwill embassador for goodness sake.
Whatever your faith, wishing you peace, joy, and lots of chocolate.