Easter Visitor

“Fawn,” said Spot, who was busy cooking in the kitchen. “Can you get the door please?”

“I can’t,” said Fawn. “I’m busy right now.”

“Well I really think you will want to get the door,” said Spot. “I have the feeling you are going to be very surprised.”

“The Easter Bunny has already been here this morning,” said Fawn, trying to think of who else he would be interested in seeing.”

Spot put the ham back in the oven, dried her hands off and went to answer the door.

“Grampy!” Spot exclaimed. “It is so nice to see you again.”

“You too,” said Grampy, giving Spot a big hug. “But where is Fawn!”

“He’s here,” said spot. “He only wanted to answer the door if it was the Easter Bunny.”

“Then I take it he doesn’t know I’m here,” said Grampy.

“Not a clue,” said Spot.

Grampy had just flown all the way from Ontario to BC to spend Easter with his family and with his two favorite cows, Fawn and Spot. Grampy missed them very much.

Grampy sat down in the living room and started playing his guitar that he had brought with him. Grampy then started to sing some of his favorite old country songs.”

“Okay,” said Fawn, hearing the music and coming downstairs to find out what was going on. Fawn walked into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Grampy playing his guitar.

“Grumpy!” exclaimed Fawn, giving him a big hug.

“I had a feeling you would come down here if I played my guitar,” said Grampy.

“It was actually your singing that got to me,” said Fawn.

“I guess I’m just that good,” said Grumpy, laughing.

“Well,” said Fawn. “There is nobody that sings like you do.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as a complement or an insult,” laughed Grampy.

“Definitely a compliment,” said Fawn. “I love the way you sing.”

“Thank you,” said Grampy. “So Fawn. I heard you only wanted to open the door to the Easter Bunny.”

“Yes,” said Fawn. “I wanted to put in a complaint against him. He didn’t give me very many chocolates.”

“I see,”said Grampy, reaching for his suitcase and getting a nice big Easter chocolate for Fawn.

“Oh boy,” said Fawn, “Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me,” said Grampy laughing. “You will have to thank the Easter Bunny. He gave this to me at the airport to give to you.”

“I guess I will drop my complaint against him,” said Fawn.

“Good idea,” said Grampy. “Very good idea.”