Put the bunny in the box.

Don't ask me--it came of its own volition. Alex walked in and practically yelped, "What the hell did you do to the Easter Bunny?", but it's not my fault.

He's been let out for a smoke break. Problem is, those muscles are too atrophied to assume any position but the one he keeps in his cage. Right leg up, left leg down, ears and hands at rest, head cocked to avoid the little fingers that find routes between the wires. Always worming, worming...

But his handler seems to think it's good for him. So, he's picked up, arranged on the back steps, and left to blink in the sun for a few minutes. Only to be put back in when his color returns and his legs start remembering their old speed.