Bunnies having hop, hop, hopping fun times making mischief celebrating Easter

Bunnies having hop, hop, hopping fun times making mischief celebrating Easter

5 April 2023

HELLO children, have you ever asked yourself what happens at Easter? It is not as simple a time as you may think. 

I, the Easter Bunny, gather the bunnies in a clearing, deep in the Mourne Mountains. They hop about all over the place, hop, hop and more hops and when I think they have settled, they start hopping again, only worse, really big hops. 

On a clear night you can just make out their shadows as they hop above the trees. They are silhouetted in the beams of a full moon, somersaulting in the air, happy bunny squeaks heard for miles.     

Some land on people’s heads, lick the unsuspecting hill walker on the nose and dart off into the bushes. A number of people have walked through the centre of town with a bunny perched on their heads and not even noticed, despite the funny looks people give them.  

Buried in the mists of the Mournes there is a massive chocolate machine that produces many amazing eggs. It zings and bangs and sings, and then an Easter egg is shot out from its mouth. 

The bunnies have to scamper away as fast as their tiny legs will take them, or they will be covered in chocolate, from head to tail and tail to head. 

There is another type of rabbit that makes its home in the dark of the Mountains slopes. They are coloured purple and grey and are much bigger than a normal rabbit.

The naughty rabbits, known as babbitts, hide in the rocks and hedges, planning to gobble up the Easter eggs, disguising themselves as Vikings, or huge frogs. In order to explain their hopping, they wait for a chance to pounce on a chocolaty, chocolate egg.

If they could they would eat up every single Easter egg and leave not one for the children.

The bunnies chase the babbitts away, down the Mountains and through the trees.

The bunnies are many different colours, blue, green, a few are silver and there is a rainbow-coloured Bunny called Limon, who enjoys ballet dancing and insists on performing Swan Lake every Tuesday afternoon at three.. 

The bunnies place the eggs in their little baskets and hop down to the towns, villages, and cities. Using large chewy, sugar keys, they open the doors to the stores and place all the yummy treats on the shelves.           

The babbitts show up and look sadly, with big blood shot eyes, at the tasty Easter Eggs. If they promise to be as good, as good as can be, they are allowed to take an Easter egg.

They hop off into the night, planning naughty things to get up to next time there is an egg delivery, their faces covered in chocolate.  

The bunnies hide some eggs, so children can have Easter egg hunts.

While the children are sleeping, the bunny’s dig holes in gardens, hop across roof tops, pretend to be jumpers and hang on the washing line, sit in kitchens and eat carrots and drink juice, watch television and play ‘hopping games’ slide down banisters, and take a nap on the bed, making sure they do not wake the children up.     

The bunnies always find a karaoke machine and have a sing-a-long, while Mervin, a blue rabbit, performs ‘The Bunny Rap’.

Limon is not very good at hopping and crashes into walls; poor Limon spills her juice and is often discovered in a cupboard nibbling an Easter egg.   

She is such a messy eater. 

The bunnies have to find a garden, borrow a paddling pool and wash her down – it could even be your paddling pool, in your very own garden.

The upshot is that the bunnies end up playing in the paddling pool and drench themselves.

Running around the streets with water balloons, whizzing up trees and through hedges, raiding shops for carrots and painting houses yellow with pink spots. 

They hop over gates and play on slides and trampolines.  

At the end of the night, the bunnies are so tired, some get a bus back to the Mournes, or even a magic train or plane. Limon rings for a taxi.

Poor Jackie, a bright green rabbit, is the worse for carrot juice and often wakes up on Mr Roy’s head; it is always Mr Roy’s head — poor Mr Roy. 

Jackie, who has massive floppy ears, hangs on to Mr Roy’s little ears and refuses to let go and once had to be removed with butter and wax. 

The flying sheep, which do not have wings, but franticly flap their ears, swoop down from the Mournes and take the few remaining bunnies home.   

The next night and all the way till Easter, it happens all over again. 

This letter was paw delivered by the Easter Bunny to Anthony Frew.