Time has gotten away from me and now my Easter memory is coming one day late.
When we were growing up we spent alot of time in Sterling Nebraska. My parents grew up there and we often spent weekends with both of my grandmothers and other assorted relatives.
One Easter weekend while at my Grandma Marie's house, my dad tried to kill the Easter Bunny.
I was in the kitchen with grandma and my dad was working in the garden. We looked outside in time to see my dad actually chasing the Easter Bunny out of the garden. He was running, while violently shaking a rake or a hoe up in the air, and that poor bunny was scampering away for dear life.
This was truly a scene straight out of a fairy tale book.
I know this bunny was the real Easter Bunny because when we ran outside the door we found the easter eggs that were so tenderly left with love for us to find.
Thank goodness the bunny, who was just doing his Easter job, was a little quicker than dad.
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