The Easter Bunny Got Ate!!!

I've been reluctant to write this story because it seems when I tell it that many are disturbed by its content and cant bear the ending. But I was raised in a country town and growing up we understood, excepted, and even found pleasure in the cycle of life. So here it goes...

I'm not in favor of Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy, or the Easter Bunny. Due to work schedules, we ended up celebrating Easter the Monday following Easter Sunday. This worked great for me because I could keep Easter completely separate from the egg hunt, which I do love. So, being the grandma that I am, I bought plastic eggs and filled a basket full of toys for my precious grandsons. I couldn't wait to watch them hunt eggs. If you read our egg hunt account from last year, you will recall that my sons did most of the hunting, while Jacob & Michael just opened them and ate the candy. I felt certain that this year would be different. I knew that if we could just get them to find the first egg, they would understand the idea behind it all: FIND MORE EGGS, GET MORE CANDY. It was such a delight to watch them. They did figure out that they were supposed to find the eggs, but it was a pleasure to see that they had not yet realized that it was a competition. Each time one would find an egg, he would run over to show the other one. They would stand and look at the egg together until they were reminded of the fact that there were still lots of eggs out there. BUT, the real excitement began when my old cat, Spooks, came running across the front yard with a tiny, baby bunny in his mouth. Michael, who notices everything, saw Spooks and yelled. I ran and clapped at Spooks and he immediately dropped the baby bunny. The bunny sat very still for awhile waiting to see if it was safe to move. Spooks finally wandered off when he realized that I was going to stand guard until he did. The boys were watching from afar waiting to see what the bunny would do. When the little bunny felt safe, he began to hop away. Then suddenly, out of no where, Shadow (the young and spry cat of mine) sprung on the bunny and darted away. There was no stopping him. He was young, quick, and hungry; after all, he'd been eating adult cat food for months and he wanted some meat. Before I realized what was coming out of my mouth, I said, "The cat just ate the Easter Bunny!" You should have seen the eyes on my grandsons. It was priceless. But you have to admit, we don't have to deal with that Easter Bunny dilemma next year!