Easter Surprise

“Fawn,” said Spot, who was rushing around the barn quickly. “Hurry up!”

“I don’t know why you are in such a hurry,” said Fawn.

“It is Easter weekend,” said Spot.

“I know that,” said Fawn.

“Well Mr. and Mrs. Hansen are coming to the barn to have Easter dinner with us,” said Spot. “I’m trying to get the barn cleaned up.”

“I guess that is a good idea,” said Fawn.

“Good,” said Spot. “I’m glad you think so. I want you to clean up your room.”

“I knew it,” said Fawn. “I knew there would be something I would have to do.”

Fawn got up from the couch and went in his room and cleaned it up.

“I want it vacuumed and dusted too,” said Spot.

“Okay,” said Fawn. “I will.”

Fawn did a really good job cleaning up his room, even though he didn’t want to. Fawn did not see the point in cleaning it. It wasn’t like anyone special was coming for Easter, just Mr. and Mrs. Hansen and they have seen his room dirty many times.

At dinner time, Fawn and Spot were preparing for the table for their Easter dinner when Mr. and Mrs. Hansen knocked on the door.

“Hi there,” said Spot, giving Mrs. Hansen a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming!”

“Oh you are welcome dear,” said Mrs. Hansen, winking at Spot. “Hey Fawn, can you go get the door? Mr. Hansen has the turkey!”

Fawn went and held the door open for Mr. Hansen.

“Hey,” said Fawn, when he saw nothing in Mr. Hansen’s arms. “Where is the turkey?”

“I got it,” said a voice behind Mr. Hansen, a voice so familiar that Fawn could not believe his ears.

“Oh my!” cried Fawn. “It is Grampy and he has the turkey!”

“Well,” said Grampy. “What else would you expect me to be carrying?”

“True,” said Fawn. “Very true.”

Fawn could remember all the turkey dinners with Grampy in Ontario. Oh, how he loved those days when all the family would get together.

“Happy Easter!” cried Fawn, giving Grampy a big hug once Grampy had set down the turkey.

“Happy Easter to you too,” said Grampy, brushing a tear from the corner of his eye.