When I was a kid in junior high school, there was an Easter contest
at the local grocery store (Almacs For you native Rhode Islanders!). It
was “Name the bunny rabbit and win one!” Kind of contest. I am sure I
didn’t ask my parents’ permission to enter, they would likely have said
NO to owning a rabbit. But I entered, along with my very bestest friend.
I
named the rabbit “Christopher.” This made total sense to me. My brother
was Christopher, and as all ‘too-cool- middle school girls know, little
brothers are animals.
My BFF named it “JellyBean”.
She won.
That
name made total sense to everyone else, being an Easter contest. LOL, I
still got to be around the rabbit because when I visited my friend, because we
would feed him and clean his hutch.
I loved the Easter Sunday
morning Easter baskets. I loved the chocolate, of course, and I think I
loved the fake ‘grass’ as much. It crinkled and was fun to play with. As
for the chocolate rabbits, I always ate them ears first.
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