E-Tale - Poem by Connie Webb
Older brother Sam unloaded rabbits from the hunt
A bigger rabbit than usual lay there
Little brother Ken asked why it was so big
Sam had a story to tell about the hare.
“We were shooting rabbits in the woods
When we saw a big one with a basket hopping
We saw it gathering eggs one by one
Probably doing its Easter shopping.
We made sure we didn’t shoot that one
It was very special you see
But somehow it got mixed in with the other rabbits
And looks like we shot the Easter Bunny.”
Ken went screaming at the top of his lungs
“Mom, he shot the Easter Bunny! ”
Mom came running in the kitchen saying
“That story was not very funny! ”
“Get out there and tell him another story
And this time make it a good one.”
Sam wiped the smile from his face
Walked into Ken’s room to undo what he had done.
“Hey, I’m sorry Ken that really wasn’t the Easter Bunny
The real Easter Bunny is much bigger than he
He is so big and fast
No hunter can shoot that Bunny.
We have seen him hopping through the woods
He smiles at us while holding his basket of goodies
Then off he hops as fast as he can
He is the fastest one of all the bunnies.
So don’t cry anymore
The Easter Bunny is just fine
You will see on Easter morning
When you say, “Look, this baskets mine.”
Ken barely believed Sam this time
He dried his tears hesitantly
But it wasn’t till Easter morning
That Ken knew Sam didn’t shoot the Easter Bunny.
“He didn’t shoot the Easter Bunny, Mom”
Ken yelled and smiled holding his basket happily
“I almost didn’t believe you Sam
But look a note from E. Bunny.”
“Dear Ken, never worry about me
I will always be okay
I am the Easter Bunny
And I am never going away.”
Mom whispered to Sam
“Is that something that you wrote? ”
Sam said, “Of course not.”
Mom said, “Then that is the official Easter Bunny note! ”
That is why every Easter
You will see colored eggs all over town
Because no one really ever can
Shoot the Easter Bunny down.
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