THE ADVENTURES OF JACQUES CUCKINTAIL

Megan Driscoll had three problems on Easter Sunday, and none of them involved the resurrection.

The backyard was flooded because Brad connected the sprinklers to the same app that turned the lights purple. Brad was upstairs absorbing cryptocurrency through his sternum. And the hired bunny canceled.

Then a six-foot-two Frenchman in a cream linen...

Courtney Harmon had been drunk-dialing bad decisions since college, but calling a six-foot-two French rabbit to her house on Easter Sunday evening was, by any objective measure, the pinnacle of the form.

In her defense: the mimosas.

Kyle was at Top Golf with the Fairway Legends — five guys in matching polos who spent $600 on a logo and zero...

Jennifer Ashworth didn’t stumble into Easter Sunday. She engineered it.

Three generations of Caruthers women have been waiting for the rabbit. Nana Muffy had him in 1953. Jennifer’s mother Buffy had him in 1989 — and never knew what she was. Now it’s 2025, Jennifer is thirty-six, and the cycle has come around. She’s read her grandmother’s journal...

Rachel Schroder-Schwartzman is a forty-year-old Catholic MBA with a Jewish dentist husband in Phoenix, an eighteen-year-old non-binary vegan child at a protest about Iran, and a crucifix on the kitchen wall that nobody in her house respects.
The entertainment company canceled the Easter bunny. Then her phone rang. A French accent. A professional...

May 5th. Cinco de Mayo. Four Dallas hospitals. Four women delivering babies with silver ears.

One six-foot-two French rabbit in a cream suit and a top hat, walking through maternity wards with a white cane and pastel balloons, visiting the results of the most productive Easter in two centuries.

Megan’s triplets are nursing. Courtney’s quadruplets...