And now a tale of Bunnies and Easter first published almost 10 years ago...
Flopsy, Mopsy…and Florence were three of the cutest little
bunnies you would ever want to lay your eyes upon.
They were so glad it was finally spring!
The days were warm.
They loved to tumble and nibble on the fresh, green grass
that covered the big field next to their log home like a fluffy comforter on a big,
brass bed.
The grass tasted oh so sweet.
However, the greens in Mr. Alabaster’s garden were even
sweeter- especially in the spring, just as the first few sprouts of lettuce
popped out of the warm earth on a warm sunny day.
The bunnies weren’t thinking about Mr. Alabaster’s garden at
this particular moment. Flopsy was sitting next to a big, gray boulder grooming
her white fur. Mopsy and Florence meanwhile amused themselves trying to do
headstands in the tall grass. They tried and tried but fell over with every
attempt giggling and snickering louder each time. Their bunny laughter is contagious.
A few chicadees in a tree near the boulder chirped merrily too at the funny
goings-on below.
“Come on you two”- cried Flopsy. She had finished her grooming.
“Let’s run all the way down to the old cedar fence!”
“Okay Flopsy. Bet I can beat you!”- Mopsy squealed and she
was off like a shot.
“Running. Always running!” Florence stood with her paws on
her hips tapping her right paw gently on the green grass. “Really you two!” She
was raising her voice now since her brother and sister were half-way across the
field.
Flopsy and Mopsy soon reached the cedar fence. Flopsy was
just a hare ahead of Mopsy.
They both collapsed in a heap near one of the cedar fence
posts.
“Honestly, you two. Get a life. Both of you.” Florence had
hopped on down to the fence. She seemed a little upset.
“What’s the prob Flo?” It was Mopsy who dared even ask the
question.
Florence had placed a paw on each of her furry hips once
again-
“Look, it’s just that there are more interesting things to do
you two.”
“Like what?”- asked Flopsy.
“Well…” Florence thought for a moment. “Like thinking about what are we going to do for Easter. We haven’t even looked for a present for Mumsy and Dadsy yet.”
“Awwww. Get ‘em some chocolate eggs. They’ll be happy with
that.” It was Mopsy who spoke and suggested the idea.
Flopsy snapped a paw and added- “That’s a good idea and we
can place them in a nice basket filled with fresh grass and tie a big pink bow
on top and ohhhh…we can tuck a Michael Buble CD in the basket too!”
“That is so Gay!”
The End
