Once a year the bunny felt herself at a biorhythmic high, that day called Easter when it achieved the miraculous task of hiding billions of chocolates and twice as many jelly beans to cheer all the world's children. But when that day had passed, a dampening depression engulfed the poor bunny. The three sisters found the Easter Bunny in the department store the day after Easter, crying to herself in a corner, ready to end it all. They sat with the poor creature, talked to her, sang songs to her. Their exuberance was catching, and soon the Easter Bunny found herself smiling again. They told her funny fairy tales about Tortoises and Hares, but with happy endings. The Easter Bunny hopped for joy and reached into her pocket where she found a leftover lollipop, which she offered to the youngest of the sisters. It was a touching moment. Without hesitation the sisters invited their new friend home with them, asking if she'd like to stay on for a couple of weeks. The Easter Bunny agreed, grateful tears welling in her eyes. They hopped and skipped all the way home. After the necessary arrangements and preparations were made, there was enough rabbit stew to last the entire family the two promised weeks.
Story #228
Thanks to everyone who contributed their own version to this story! They have already been reposted at indeterminacies.blogspot.com!
9 comments:
When we lived on our ranch, my son would hunt rabbits. He asked me once if I would cook a rabbit for dinner. I said if he and his daddy would clean it, I'd look online for how to prepare and cook it.
It was like fried chicken, only with a gamey taste.
It tasted pretty good. Your story talked of rabbit stew. That sounds pretty good too.
But, my God, Indie! You killed the Easter Bunny!
I once had the Hasenpfeffer at a Bavarian restaurant in Cincinnati. But you're kind of right. It does seem a harsh thing to do the Easter Bunny. I promise I'll leave the Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy alone.
Sheila was different from her 3 sisters. Their Mother and father never talkied about it and raised her with the same love and affection. They were all between 6-8 years old but Sheila had already reached full maturity. The kids at her school would make fun of her and pull her furry ears but sheila didn't mind because she was loved. At night she would dream of erect bob tails and frenzied twitching noses.
One day when the rest of the family had gone to dinner Sheila was up to no good with bugs, her sisters Stuffed rabbit. Unfortunately they returned early and caught her in the act. Father just sighed deeply and said "Like Mother, Like Daughter"
Ostrich: I like your story. It's so unconventional! Your writing is cool. I've also reposted your story at indeterminacies.blogspot.com.
mmm, hasenpfeffer...
If I don't get any Cadbury eggs next year, it's YOUR FAULT.
Are people going to mind about this?
What a surprising and disturbing twist at the end! And hey, I like your new profile photo - did you draw a self-portrait or did someone else draw you?
Hi there... TO wish you as ever a good week! :) Still busy!! :(
The last sentence gored my ox. Funny.
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