An Easter Fairytale

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had heard a story of a child who woke up one Easter morning to find tiny rabbit prints all around the house. The child followed the tracks around the house and outside into the garden and along the way discovered easter eggs hiding in all sorts of interesting locations.

The girl thought this story was wonderful. Though she was old enough to know that the Easter Bunny was actually her parents, she still loved the idea of following paw prints around the house leading her to chocolate.

So she made a whole lot of rabbit paw prints herself because she knew how busy her parents were and before she went to bed on Easter eve she asked her Mum to spread them about the house. She left the paws on the kitchen table and went to bed excited.

In the morning she woke up as eager as can be and rushed out of her bedroom looking for rabbit tracks. But she couldn’t see any. She walked out to the kitchen, hoping that her pile of paw prints wouldn’t still be sitting on the table. But they were. The little girl was sad.

Many years later the little girl told this story to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend thought it was very sweet and very sad and gave her a big cuddle. They both laughed about the foolishness of young children, but how wonderfully innocent they can be. 

A few days later it was Easter Sunday. The boyfriend shook his girlfriend awake and pulled her out of bed. She looked down and saw rabbit prints on the floor of the bedroom. She followed them around their little flat, giggling like a schoolgirl, finding easter eggs hiding in all sorts of interesting locations. 

The girl was very happy. That was two years ago.

This morning the same girl woke up as her husband thrust her baby at her and left to go and play golf.

The moral of the story is don’t get married.

Happy Easter xxx