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 Category:  Children Fiction
  Posted: April 15, 2017      Views: 26

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I have a bachelor's degree in English from The Catholic University of America in Washington, DC and a master's degree in education from The University of Alabama at Birmingham. I am recently retired and miss the inspiration I got from my stud - more...

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"Easter on North Sunnycrest Drive" by Marykelly

"Luke, Luke, it's time to go. Hurry up Luke!" Hope and Sofia stood under Luke's window. They tipped their heads back and shouted again. "Luke it's time to go. You'll miss the Easter egg hunt. Mom's leaving. She's in the car."

When Luke burst through his front door he had a shoe in one hand and his left arm was still pushing into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He looked up and down North Sunnycrest Drive.

"I missed them! I missed my ride! I'll miss the Easter egg hunt," he wailed. Luke sat on his front steps. He put his head in his hands. He felt bad. The street was very quiet since everyone was at the park for the Easter egg hunt. Suddenly Luke heard a strange noise, thump, thump, thump. Luke looked up. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm the Easter Bunny," a deep voice answered.

"You can't be the Easter Bunny," said Luke. "The Easter Bunny is little and cuddly. You are a great big rabbit."

"I am six feet, three inches tall if you count my ears," he said proudly.

"The Easter Bunny goes, hippity-hop," said Luke, "but you go, thump, thump, thump."

"I have to be big and strong," explained the Easter Bunny. "I hide easter eggs all over the world. That's hard work."

"If you are the Easter Bunny," asked Luke, "where is your Easter basket and all of your Easter eggs?"

The rabbit pointed to a suitcase on the sidewalk beside him. "I already hid most of my eggs but the rest are in my suitcase."

"In your suitcase!" shouted Luke.

"Yes, in my suitcase," said the Easter Bunny. "If I carry them in a basket they will fall out when I jump. A suitcase is much better."

The Easter Bunny sat down on the steps next to Luke, "Why aren't you at the park hunting for Easter eggs? I hid lots of eggs at the park."

"I was supposed to go to the park with my neighbors, Hope and Sofia," Luke said, "but I was late and they left without me."

The Easter Bunny put his suitcase on his lap. "I have some eggs in here that have to be painted. Would you like to help me?" he asked.

"Can I?" Luke asked excitedly.

The Easter Bunny took five jars of paint from his suitcase and set them on the step beside Luke. Then he handed Luke a paint brush. Luke painted the eggs green, blue yellow, pink, and purple. He made a design on a few of them. "This is my best one," Luke said, and he held up a purple egg with yellow polka dots.

"Very nice, but I have to go now," he said as he packed the paints and Easter eggs back into his suitcase. The Easter Bunny picked up his suitcase and started, thump, thump, thump up North Sunnycrest Drive.

"Goodbye," shouted Luke. "Come to our Easter Parade tomorrow." Luke watched him jump away.

"I'll try, I'll try," said the Easter Bunny and he disappeared thump, thump, thump around the corner.

Luke sat on his front steps waiting for Sofia and Hope to come back from the Easter egg hunt. When the car pulled up to the curb Hope leaned out of the window. "Wait until you see all the eggs I found!" she shouted. The girls scrambled out of the car.

"You missed the best Easter egg hunt we ever had," said Sofia.

"I had more fun right here," Luke said with a big smile. "I helped the Easter Bunny paint his eggs."

Hope and Sofia looked accusingly at Luke. "You're just making that up," said Hope. "You're just mad because you missed the Easter egg hunt, so you're just making that up."

"No!" said Luke. "The Easter Bunny was really here."

"What did he look like?" asked Sofia.

"He's six feet, three inches tall," said Luke, "if you count his ears, and when he jumps he goes thump, thump, thump."

"Everyone knows that the Easter Bunny is little and cuddly," said Hope, "and when he jumps he goes, hippity-hop."

"What did he have in his basket?" asked Sofia.

"He doesn't carry a basket," Luke explained. "He keeps his eggs in a suitcase."

"In a suitcase!" they shouted. Hope and Sofia rolled their eyes. "Now we know you're making it up," they said together.

"I am not making this up," Luke said, but before he could tell Hope and Sofia more about the Easter Bunny they took their baskets filled with Easter eggs and went inside their house.

The next afternoon Luke, Hope, and Sofia stood together on their sidewalk watching the town's Easter Parade. The High School Band played, "Here Comes Peter Cottontail." Behind the band, the fire truck inched slowly along. It was freshly washed and gleamed in the bright sun. The fire chief blew the siren and the firemen waved to the crowd. They tossed little foil wrapped Easter eggs to outstretched hands.

More people would have lined the sidewalk to watch the parade but half the town decided to take part in the parade. They were dressed in their best Easter outfits and they marched, and waved, and sang along with the band.

Mayor Timothy and his family were last in the parade. They smiled and waved energetically from the mayor's convertible which was decorated with pastel crepe paper and plastic eggs. The band paused between songs, and a strange thump, thump, thump sound came from behind the mayor's convertible.

"Look," shouted Luke. "It's the Easter Bunny. I knew he would come." Luke waved at the Easter Bunny with both arms. Everyone looked up North Sunnycrest Drive and they saw a six foot, three inch rabbit carrying a suitcase. The Easter Bunny came thump, thump, thump down the street and stopped in front of Luke. The Easter Bunny reached into his suitcase and pulled out a big purple egg with yellow polka dots.

"You did such a good job painting this I thought you should have it," he said to Luke, and he handed the Easter egg to Luke. Sofia and Hope stared at Luke. Luke stared at the Easter Bunny.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the Easter Bunny said to Hope and Sofia. "You know the Easter Bunny is little and cuddly and when he jumps he goes, hippity-hop. Luke knows that I am the Easter Bunny and I'm six feet, three inches tall if you count my ears, and when I jump I go thump, thump, thump. So who is right?" Everyone paused to hear the answer.

"You both are," said the Easter Bunny. "Being right, doesn't always mean the other person is wrong. There can be more than one right answer."

The crowd on the sidewalk shouted, "Yes, yes, yes!"

The mayor honked the convertible's horn. The fire chief blew the fire truck's siren. The band played, "Here Comes Peter Cottontail." The marchers in the parade and the people on the sidewalk shouted, "Happy Easter!"

The Easter Bunny patted Luke on the shoulder and picked up his suitcase. "Happy Easter!" he shouted and the sounds of thump, thump, thump lingered in the air long after the Easter Bunny disappeared around the corner of North Sunnycrest Drive.

The moral of the story is, there can be more than one right answer.

Author Notes
This is a children's fable and there is another story in my portfolio, They Found it on North Sunnycrest Drive, that is part of a series of fables I am writing that include the same character and setting, just a different story with a different moral.
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