Last night I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when I happened to glance into the playroom. That's when I saw a large rabbit, about the size of a three-year-old child (a little taller if you count the ears). He had fluffy white fur, a perfect pink nose, and he was wearing a green jacket. He hopped around the playroom, carrying a basket full of eggs.
As he pulled each egg out of his basket, I saw that they were the same eggs we had coloured the Friday before at my in-law's house. I quickly checked the fridge. The carton was there, but it was empty.
The rabbit hopped right past me, down the stairs to the basement. His basket didn't look like it would hold any more, but he reached deep inside it, farther even than it looked like the bottom would be. I knew then that it was a magic basket. He pulled out two Easter Baskets, one for each of my kids I presumed, and placed them on the coffee table.
When he was all done, a hole that looked like the entrance to a burrough appeared in the middle of the carpet. The rabbit hopped inside, and the magic hole disappeared behind him. I thought this was all a dream, until I woke up this morning to find all the coloured eggs hidden in the playroom just where I saw the rabbit hide them, and two baskets of Easter goodies sitting on the coffee table in the basement.
Happy Easter Everyone!