Travelin’ Rick Visits the Easter Bunny
Well, it sure is nice to feel that warm spring air! It is so nice to see green grass and pretty flowers and to feel that warm sunshine once again. I want to share with you, my latest adventure. I hope that you will enjoy it.
About a week ago, I was walking through my bush lot in Mountain Grove, Ontario. I came upon the most unusual sight. I saw a bunny rabbit. He was hopping through the bush singing “Hippity, Hoppity!”.
I stopped dead in my tracks and thought to myself, “No! It can’t be! Then, I looked at my watch and sure enough the calendar confirmed my suspicions.
I went up to this happy little bunny and I took a hold of one of his long ears. I looked him straight in the eye.
“Well, my gosh!” I exclaimed. “If it isn’t Peter! How are you, old buddy?”
“Who the heck are you?” asked Peter. “And how did you know my name? Oh, wait a minute! You’re Travelin’ Rick, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am,” I said. “So how is it going, Peter?”
“I’m pretty busy this time of the year,” explained Peter. “I’ve got a bit of work to do before Easter. I’m just wrapping up all the chocolate bunnies now. Would you like one?”
“I think I’ll wait until Easter,” I said. “That is, if I get anything this year. I kind of got left out last year.”
“Well,” said Peter Cottontail. ‘The reason for that is that with this new job of yours, Traveling all over the world, I never know where you are going to be. I heard that you were in the North Pole. How is that jolly old man?”
“Oh, you must mean Santa Claus,” I said.
Peter nodded his furry little head.
“He is doing just fine,” I said. “Oh, that reminds me, he gave me a Christmas gift for you.”
I rummaged through my jacket pocket and found the gift.
“Why!” exclaimed Peter. “That old guy is getting pretty stingy these days. He couldn’t even deliver my present on Christmas Eve, like he always does!”
“Well,” I explained. “With this recession going on, everyone, including Santa, has to cut costs somehow.”
“I see,” thought Peter aloud. “Well here, give this to Santa for me, when you see him again.”
Peter handed me a nice big, freshly made, chocolate Easter bunny for Santa.
“I’ll see that he gets this,” I said reluctantly.
Peter would probably see Santa again before I would. My luck, someone would come along and eat Santa’s bunny. Then, I would definitely not get any Christmas presents next Christmas, or any Easter presents, either. I decided that I had better take extra good care of Santa’s Easter bunny.
“Well,” said Peter, abruptly. “I’ve got to be hopping along now. So long Travelin’ Rick!”
“So long, Peter Cottontail,” I called out to him.
“Hippity, Hoppity,” I could hear far off in the distance.
“Happy Easter!” I exclaimed.
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