Ohhhhhhh no….I’ve got a bad
feeling about this. WHY are you wearing those big rabbit ears, Rasky?
It’s
Easter time, Kate
We’re cats, Rasky, not rabbits!
What’s this got to do with US?
The
beans told the little beans that the Easter Bunny’s coming tonight to give
them candy & eggs.
So?
So,
there IS no “Easter Bunny”, Kate –you know that. We can’t let them be
disappointed. They’re still so young.
What’s this “we”, Rasc?
“WE” didn’t decide to take this on, YOU did. I don’t remember ever
signing up for this “we” club of yours.
Kate,
how many times have I told you about helping others? This is for the little
beans. Don’t you care about them?
Sure, I “care”, Rasky, but truth
be told…for the most part, they drive me nuts! It’s like walking through
land mines when they’re around, you always have to be ready to bolt so you
aren’t sat on, stepped on, or spilled on.
Oh,
Kate. You have SO much to learn! Remember back to when you were so sick?
Yeah?
Did the
little beans bother you then?
No, but I was really ‘out of
it’, then.
So
out of it that you don’t remember them staying out of the room when they
were noisy, so YOU could have peace and quiet? Too ‘out of it’ to know
that the blanket you were cuddled up in was a gift from the little boy bean?
And that Teddy Bear you hugged forEVER was from the baby girl bean? Too tired
to remember the day the toddler bean crawled over next to you and slept there
by your side almost the entire day? Too..
Okay,
you’ve made your point. They CAN be really loving. So- what’s your
plan?
Well,
they need to see their ‘Easter Bunny’ delivering the candy & eggs.
That’s all.
Sounds
simple, Rasc. So are you going to run around and drop the goodies all over?
Rabbits
don’t run, Kate –they HOP.
Right,
so you’re going to hop all over the house?
No,
I think I’m too old to do lots of hopping, don’t you?
I
don’t like where this is going…..
It’s
not a big deal, Kate. Each little bean only has to see you once
WAAAAAITT
a minute here! See me? What do you mean, see me? This isn’t
even my idea! How did this go from YOU to WE to ME? And besides, they’ll
recognize me. It won’t work.
It’ll
work if you’re fast enough, Kate –and we both know what a roadrunner you
are. They just need to get a quick glimpse of you, no more. And you’ll have
these ears on. Twitch your whiskers a lot, they’re white like these ears,
it’s perfect – they’ll stand out in their darkened rooms. You CAN do
this!
I
don’t know, Rasc…it’s tricky. Why don’t we just ask Henrietta from
down the street to do this? She’s a REAL rabbit.
We
can’t –she has the flu. I already checked. It’s up to us, Kate.
Ahhhhhhhhh…..this
is crazy, Rasc. Running around
Hopping
around
Right,
HOPPING around, half sneaking into their bedrooms, leaving candy and stuff in
weird places, making just enough noise to get their attention, wiggling
whiskers and fake ears…..is all this really worth it, Rasky?
Remember
how that tiny one cried when the big bean tried to take her away from laying
by your side? How insistent she was?
Okay,
okay. So where’s the stash?
Over
there- all that stuff in that basket over there.
Geez,
that’s a lot. How do I carry it?
Well,
in the basket, of course!
You’re
kidding me, right? That basket’s bigger than I am! How am I supposed to
carry it?
Carry
it c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y. It’s got eggs in there that they worked all day to
color.
RAScal!!! You expect me to run
–sorry, HOP- up a flight of stairs, play pretend rabbit, make the kids
notice me but not TOO much, delivering weird things, carrying that BASKET the
whole time? Forget it. That’s asking too much!
Fine,
Kate, if that’s how you see it. But the next time you pull that bear you
love so much out of your toy box…..sigh….
This isn’t sane, you
know…….okay. Uncle. I give……so… how do you keep those ears from
falling
Here-
keep this elastic thing under your chin. That’s right, don’t let it get
loose, now. See –you look great! This will work, Kate, trust me.
Rasky?
Yeah?
After I get this stuff hidden, on my
way back down, if I trip on the steps will you come help me?
Yep,
promise.
The things we do for love, huh?
Yeah,
love. Happy Easter, kid.
