What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

'Twas the day before Easter...

God help us, one and all...the Easter bunny has forgotten where he hid the Easter eggs!














...and that's the tail end of this Easter story. With that, Thumper must bid you all farewell -- he has much work to do and not much time left to get it done.



The next day...


Ah yes...the work is done. And a good time will be had by all (except for the pigs, lambs and rabbits on the Easter dinner tables), while the Easter bunny can go back to his ordinary hopping, leaping, thumping, gnawing, nipping, and relatively useless, mundane life of being a pampered pet.

For all those kind folk who may have had concern over his dilemna yesterday regarding the Easter egg shortage, you will be glad to know that the expected quota was met indeed – albeit with a little discomfort – and the Easter bunny is relaxing in lazy bliss this morning from his harrowing ordeal.

He DID want me to extend a special thank you to Sandyquill, for her reminder to remember the Tucks – they DID come in quite handy.


Here's wishing our wonderful Mindsay friends a very happy Easter, from the wild and whacky rural household of the Sojourner!