The Easter Bunny That Got Away (standard:humor, 905 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 15 2018	Views/Reads: 1622/1212	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes we confuse the two and in that confusion, we cause alarm. I want to be able to differentiate between the Bunny element and the rat element in my life so that I can have peace and tranquility.

After any holiday the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself
enjoy taking a day or two off and just relax. We like to sit around and 
tell stories. 

My wife usually starts by saying, “Hey, remember the time when...” And
she goes on with a story that I had forgotten about. When she's done, 
we laugh together. 

Then it's my turn and I begin, “Hey, do you remember the time when...”
And I go on and tell a story that she may have forgotten about, I 
really don't know. When I'm finished, we laugh together as though it 
was the funniest thing we've heard all day. 

It's just our way of relaxing and unwinding after a holiday. Holidays
are very busy times for us, we like them, but they do take a little bit 
out of us. It seems that the older we get, the more it takes out of us. 
I'm not exactly sure what that means. Just don't tell me what it means! 


We usually go on with our stories until we're too tired to tell a story
or to laugh. 

This last holiday the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came up with a
story I had long ago forgotten. In fact, I'm not sure the details of 
her story matched the truth, but who am I to contradict her. 

“Remember the time,” she said rather soberly, “when the Easter Bunny got
away?” 

I had to stop and think a little bit because it was not in any of my
memory files. 

Then she began to unwind the story. 

As it goes, according to her recollection, I was going to do a little
magic trick for the children before they were dismissed from the 
morning service. I was going to pull a little bunny out of a hat. I 
practiced for quite a bit and thought I had everything covered. 

I should know by now that the time you know you got everything covered
there's one little bit that defies your observation. 

I had all of the children come up front so that they could see the
wonderful magic trick I had in store for them. I began by telling them 
the story of the resurrection of Jesus. 

According to my wife, I was in the middle of telling them the story when
in the back of the congregation Mrs. Steward screamed, “There's a rat 
in the church.” With that, she jumped on top of the pew and did her 
famous afraid dance. You don't want to see it. All the while she was 
screaming, “Rat, rat, rat.” 

It was enough to bring the whole congregation to their feet yelling,
“Where's the rat?” 

Having a rat in the church is not a good thing. I don't know how a rat
could get into the church unless he is elected to the board. 

There was such a rumpus in the church auditorium that we really couldn't
go forward with the service. I didn't quite know what to do because we 
had not taken the offering yet. Whatever happens after the offering is 
okay. 

At this point I couldn't get the attention of the children because they
were standing on top of the pew looking backward, wondering where in 
the world the rat was or where it came from. 

I got one of my elders to go back and try to take care of the situation.
I never had a rat in the church before. 

After a few minutes my elder found the “rat” and caught him. The “rat”
turned out to be the little bunny I was supposed to have in the hat 
that I was going to surprise the children with. 

How that Bunny got out of the box where I put him is still something


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