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kidlets 1 · "The Young Bunnies' Tale" by Dr. Philip Edward Kaldon
                 an Easter story

The Young Bunnies' Tale
by Dr. Philip Edward Kaldon

Once upon a time there were three little bunnies: Peter, Sally and Jack. They were cute baby bunnies, but like all little bunnies they grew up to be bigger bunnies. And as they got to be teenagers, Peter, Sally and Jack no longer thought their parents were the smartest, fastest, most clever rabbits in the world.

“We’re going out, Momster,” Peter announced, practically flying through the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” Jack asked, grabbing some juice boxes from the fridge and tossing them to his siblings.

“Carrot stew,” Mom answered. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“The mall,” Sally said, sullenly flipping an ear over her shoulder.

“It’s Easter weekend – we’re having company tomorrow and it’s too close to dinner time to go out.”

“Oh, Mom,” Peter sighed loudly.

“It’s not fair,” Jack added.

“What-ever,” Sally said.

“Now get your snacks and go pester your father or something. Shoo!”

With loud sounds of disappointment, Peter, Sally and Jack hopped slowly into the living room.

“Whatcha watching, Popster?” Peter asked, flopping on the sofa next to his dad’s easy chair.

“Bunny Hill on Public Television,” Dad said, pointing at the screen. “Isn’t that funny?”

“No,” Jack said, as the British laugh track sounded hollow next to the dumb antics of Bunny Hill.

“That’s gross,” Sally said, as Bunny Hill mugged for the camera.

The three teen bunnies watched a little longer, then they looked at each other and made faces.

“That’s not very politically correct,” Peter said. “Can they even show that on television?”

“That isn’t even funny,” Jack said.

“Parents are so weird,” Sally said.

“This is so old, Popster,” Peter said.

“It’s classic,” Dad protested.

“Let’s go watch the NCAA tournament on the upstairs TV,” Peter suggested.

“The Road to the Final Four,” Jack said, nodding his head. “Cool.”

“That’s just as bad,” Sally said. “You’re such a dumb bunny.”

“Takes one to know one,” Jack shot back, then high-fived his brother.

Sally stared after her brothers as they hopped upstairs to watch endless basketball games. They didn’t call it March Madness for nothing. “Boys are so weird.”

“Girl rabbits are from France, Boy rabbits are from Australia,” Dad quoted, reaching for the bowl of vegetable chips and laughing at Bunny Hill’s next sight gag.

“That’s so lame,” Sally said, “Even for you.”

“What-ever.”

Sally wrinkled her nose – he was trying to mimic them again. “That’s so gross, Dad!”

And she ran upstairs after her brothers.

“What was all that about?” Mom said, walking into the living room. “I heard a thundering herd go through here.”

“Nothing,” Dad said.

Mom put her paw on her hip. “You were trying to talk cool to them again.”

“Just giving them a taste of their own brush-off.”

Mom smiled. “You’re so mean,” she said, kissing him on the top of his furry head.

“I know, isn’t it great?”

She looked up and saw Bunny Hill on the TV. “Why are you watching that? He’s so gross.”

Dad shrugged. “It annoys the kits.”

“You rascal, you,” she laughed. “Now turn that trash off and come help dry dishes.”