he smiled at me, so I walked on over

and picked him up.


How could I not?





Just look at that smile. The twinkle in his eye.
I just had to take him home.


Here he is in my kitchen, still smiling at me, unaware of his fate.

I took photos, to remember him by.

You know, after....

This is his company's name; Gubor. Made in Germany.

He seemed quite happy to pose for me, never once questioning what I was doing or why.

The ingredients list on his suit is fairly standard, written in both English and German.

Sugar is the main ingredient, with cocoa coming second. Cocoa solids are listed as 32%.

Sugar, cocoa butter, whole milk powder 22%, cocoa mass, lactose, emulsifier, soya lecithin, natural vanilla extract. May contain traces of hazelnuts, almonds and gluten. Not suitable for children under 3 years, risk of swallowing ribbon or beads.

Personally, I'd always unwrap anything like this before handing it to a small child, so in my house, suitable for any age.

Such a pretty bow with a little dangling pearl attached.

When I started undressing him, this came off first.

He still kept smiling at me, not a word of protest as I stripped off his suit.



Here he is in all his naked cuteness.

At this point he may have been a little uneasy, the smile is gone......

As always, I started with the ears. I smacked at them with a knife handle to break off a chunk for tasting. He'd been in the fridge for a few minutes and I couldn't just bite in. (Couldn't risk losing another veneer off another tooth.)

A couple of good whacks and the ears were severed. You can see he is sturdily built, nothing flimsy about this little charmer.

Taste? Mmmmm. This is good quality chocolate. A small piece on the tongue began to melt instantly, with a velvety smoothness, (hmmm, texture), that made me reach for another piece.

Quite sweet, a little milkier than I would have thought, given the % of cocoa solids, but still entirely worthy of my close attentions.


As you can see in this next photo, the chocolate remains evenly thick throughout the whole bunny. I haven't eaten all of him yet, the remains are in the fridge, loosely dressed in his slightly torn suit.

Available in Coles, (and probably many other supermarkets), he's $4.50, for 100g of very nice chocolate.

I'll be picking up several of his relatives to give to the family I love.

Why should I be the only one to share this joy?