La Vie Boheme

Easter is a glorious holiday that serves to remind us all of the tremendous sacrifice that God the Father made in offering his son to us to die on the Cross for our sins and transgressions. It also reminds me of bunnies. When I was a child, I had a pretty, white fluffy bunny that I got as an Easter present. I loved that bunny so much. Then, one morning, when I went to visit the bunny, he was lying on his side making funny noises. I had never heard a bunny make noises and I thought it was funny. I opened the cage to pick up the funny bunny, and he bit me really really hard all up and down my arm, then jumped down and hopped into Stepfather Tom’s bedroom. (He really wasn’t my Stepfather, but Mom told me to call him that since he lived with us and was Mom’s special friend).

I ran crying to Mom and she had to take me to the emergency room. When we got there, the mean nurse told me that because bunnies were nasty rodents, I had to get a bunch of shots in my tummy. Mom and I had to stay there for hours while they stuck needles into me.

When we got back home, Uncle Edward was there. (He wasn’t my real uncle, but Mom told me to call him that because he was her special friend, too). Uncle Edward told me that while I was at the doctor, Jesus had called the bunny home and that the bunny was in heaven looking down on us.

I really don’t think now, looking back on it, that the bunny went to heaven. That’s silly, because bunnies that bite children don’t go to heaven. That was a very bad bunny, and he went straight to hell, and I hope he burns for all eternity.

I hate bunnies.