Grandma, Tell Me About Easter
“Little Crow,” said Grandma. “It is almost Easter.”
“I love Easter,” said Little Crow.
“I do too,” said Grandma.
“What was Easter like when you were young?” asked Little Crow.
“Oh now, you don’t want to hear any stories about when I was young,” said Grandma.
“Yes I do,” said Little Crow. “Grandma tell me about Easter when you were young.”
“Oh alright,” said Grandma. “When I was young, I wanted a new dress for Easter. I saw a pretty dress in and old fashion magazine. It was the prettiest dress I have ever seen. I wanted it so bad.”
“Did you get it for Easter?” asked Little Crow.
“No,” said Grandma. “I did not.”
“How come?” asked Little Crow. “Did you do something bad?”
“No,” said Grandma. “I didn’t. I worked so hard that Easter trying to be good. I thought for sure that I was going to get that dress. I was so disappointed when I didn’t get it.”
“I am sorry,” said Little Crow. “I don’t understand why you didn’t get it. Was it too expensive?”
“No,” said Grandma. “That is what I thought too. However, it wasn’t. Mother’s reason was that it wasn’t practical for me to have a pretty dress.”
“That doesn’t seem to be a very good reason,” said Little Crow.
“Mother thought that because I was a crow that I didn’t deserve a new dress,” said Grandma. She thought that I wouldn’t take care of it properly.”
“But,” said Little Crow. “You have lots of pretty dresses now.”
“Yes,” said Grandma. “The reason for that is when I got a little older, I started making my own dresses.”
“Good idea,” said Little Crow. “Did you make yourself a pretty yellow one, like the one you wanted?”
“Yes,” said Grandma. “I did. It was the very first dress I ever made.”
“Nice,” said Little Crow. “That is good that you got the dress you wanted, even though you had to make it yourself.”
“I think I cherished that dress even more because of the fact that I made it myself,” said Grandma.
“I can understand that,” said Little Crow. “One time I wanted a toy car to play with for Easter. Mother said that I was too young so I made one myself out of a cardboard box. I loved my toy car.”
“Sometimes if we want something bad enough,” said Grandma. “We have to think of ways to make one for ourselves.”
“Very true,” said Little Crow.
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