The origins of the Easter BUnny
The bunny’s nose twitched as it picked up the scent. Decay was all around. Something had died here fairly recently. The predator smell that wafted under the scent of decay was old. The bunny twitched its head and hopped forward.
There was another smell. It was a little off, like it shouldn’t be there at all. The bunny’s nose twitched rapidly as it tried to puzzle out what the smell was. It hopped into the kill zone. Feathers littered the ground, and blood died it black. Here is where the deed was done. The bunny knew that the predator would return, and even though fear gripped the bunny’s timid heart, curiosity won it over. It had to find out what that other smell was.
The bunny snuffed around the area, moving twigs and leaves and other debris around with its nose as it hopped closer to the scent. It pushed between two reeds and opened up a window to the nest. Judging by the feathers around the nest, the parents had met their end at the mouth of the predator. The white in the middle of the nest meant that there were children that needed to be taken care of.
The bunny knew that it would have to be responsible for these eggs until they hatched and maybe beyond. There was no way that the tender hearted animal could leave the eggs to rot, and so it sat on them keeping a wary eye on the sky above and a sharp nose out for predators on the ground.
The days passed, and the bunny hardly moved except to go find food. One time while eating, the bunny spilt carrot juice on the shells of the eggs. The pattern made the eggs harder to see, so the bunny painted all of the eggs with carrot juice for additional protection.
Once a predator neared the nest. The bunny hid the eggs quickly and limped out into the open. It’s one legged hop caught the predators attention, and the hunt was on. The bunny played a dangerous game trying to keep away from the predator while also trying to appear lame. When the bunny had reached a distance far enough from the nest, it put on a full burst of speed and disappeared into the underbrush.
When spring turned to summer, the eggs hatched, and the chicks inside followed the bunny as if they were her real children. A couple of eggs that refused to hatch were left in the nest, and the bunny and its brood hopped toward the bunny’s burrow.
There was another smell. It was a little off, like it shouldn’t be there at all. The bunny’s nose twitched rapidly as it tried to puzzle out what the smell was. It hopped into the kill zone. Feathers littered the ground, and blood died it black. Here is where the deed was done. The bunny knew that the predator would return, and even though fear gripped the bunny’s timid heart, curiosity won it over. It had to find out what that other smell was.
The bunny snuffed around the area, moving twigs and leaves and other debris around with its nose as it hopped closer to the scent. It pushed between two reeds and opened up a window to the nest. Judging by the feathers around the nest, the parents had met their end at the mouth of the predator. The white in the middle of the nest meant that there were children that needed to be taken care of.
The bunny knew that it would have to be responsible for these eggs until they hatched and maybe beyond. There was no way that the tender hearted animal could leave the eggs to rot, and so it sat on them keeping a wary eye on the sky above and a sharp nose out for predators on the ground.
The days passed, and the bunny hardly moved except to go find food. One time while eating, the bunny spilt carrot juice on the shells of the eggs. The pattern made the eggs harder to see, so the bunny painted all of the eggs with carrot juice for additional protection.
Once a predator neared the nest. The bunny hid the eggs quickly and limped out into the open. It’s one legged hop caught the predators attention, and the hunt was on. The bunny played a dangerous game trying to keep away from the predator while also trying to appear lame. When the bunny had reached a distance far enough from the nest, it put on a full burst of speed and disappeared into the underbrush.
When spring turned to summer, the eggs hatched, and the chicks inside followed the bunny as if they were her real children. A couple of eggs that refused to hatch were left in the nest, and the bunny and its brood hopped toward the bunny’s burrow.