Without any prompting at all from the slumbering Storyteller, Kirby reverted from his Easter Bunny magical form back into his canine attire. He stretched his front legs out. "Is all the Bunny done, now?" asked Naomi.
"But I can fix-a my nose, just by filling out the-a tax forms again! I write in all the-a numbers that come-a into my wooden head, and Ecco! A bella tax-a return! Why we only have the-a Big Tax Day just once a year?"