It Happened One Easter

 Good morning, Seekerville! We've got a fun writing exercise for you this morning... if you dare! A silly story about a rabbit, a request, a job and a career and what will Hillary Hare do when asked to step in for the shiftless Easter rabbit at the last minute?

I've given you a start....

LET'S SEE WHERE IT GOES! 

Leave your continuation in the comments and let's have fun with this.... A bit of silliness and crativit5y before the blessed holiness of Holy Week stirs our hearts and lifts our souls.

I give you:

IT HAPPENED ONE EASTER

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

She didn't fill baskets.

#notherjob

She didn't lay eggs.

#seeabove

She didn't hop, hop, hop around people's homes (Seriously? Whose lame, kid-scaring idea was that???) and leave baskets of candy that weighed seven times more than she did with wet fur and by the way, bunny fur doesn't smell good when wet. Just so's you know.

THE ENTIRE CONCEPT WAS RIDICULOUS and she'd have thought humans, with all their book-learning ways would know that. Appreciate it. Recognize it... but NO.

Dense.

Silly.

Goofy. 

And didn't they know that bunnies and eggs and plastic grass had literally nothing to do with Easter? 

Hillary Hare smoothed the fur down over her eyes, glossed her ears lightly (the wind played havoc with her ears and a little gloss helped keep things in order. A girl had to do what she had to do... Right?)

She kissed the baby bunnies goodbye, checked to make sure that Amelia Bunny Delia had her cell phone number and hurried off to her job at the local Warren View Hospital. She was a bunny-style nurse practitioner, raising a trio of babies because their traveling salesman daddy was, well... traveling. And had been for months.

She was a hospital worker.

Not a basket hider. 

And that was that.

OKAY, FOLKS THAT'S THE BEGINNING OF OUR STORY! WHERE IT GOES IS UP TO YOU! HAVE FUN... BE CREATIVE... REMEMBER WE ARE "G-RATED" AND LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS