Welcome Friends,
Spring has arrived, and Easter is coming. Run outdoors and listen, touch, smell and see. Smell the flowers, don’t miss the blossom trees. Feel the sunshine, watch the clouds drift by.
TT and I spent a fun day on the school playground. We were leaving and surprised to hear crying. We follow the sound and end up in the parking lot. A chubby, white fuzzy rabbit is sitting next to a little wagon. “I’m lost again. I hate being an Easter Bunny!
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“I have a job to do, and I can’t do it.” She points at the wagon full of Easter treats.
“I must deliver all these baskets tonight, and I always get lost! I get mixed up!”
TT checking in. Make a friend of her, NOW. It’s Easter Basket gobbler time.
The rabbit stands up. ” I attended Easter Basket School, but never wanted to deliver baskets. My interest  was coloring  eggs and making ribbon bows.
“My name is Stubb what’s your name?”
“I’m Rosy, and I’m stuck in this boring job.”
TT is giggling and gurgling. Yes! An Easter candy pig-out.
“Rosy, I’ve never met an Easter Bunny before, and I’d like to help you. I’m good on directions, and I have a sharp memory.”
A bosser from TT. Who cares about a confused, lost rabbit? Make Rosy give you a basket now. You can help her deliver later. I said NOW! I’m HUNGRY!!
“Stop yelling! Hungry tummies have to wait. Food isn’t everything.”
Rosy sighs, “I must find Dread Street. I was on that street last Easter. I met a lot of families with just a mom working. Some of the people that live there are called immigrants. The families escaped from the war in their country.The people say, they want to be free, and to work for a better life.
Who Cares, about freedom and a better life? It’s all about ME and what I want. I want a basket of goodies.
” Rosy Rabbit, I’ve been on Dread Street. I know some of the kids. They’re always running and playing outside. They tell me all kinds of dog stories. ” Usually I hear, ‘I use to have a dog but . . .’ When I’m lonesome, I go there for hugs. One of my dog kisses equals at least two of their hugs.” It’s a win for both of us.
We walk a few blocks. “Dread Street is just up ahead.”
TT alert! Did I hear the word bread? I’ll have two slices with butter and berry jam. Thank you!
“Stop TT. I said Dread, not bread. Stop right NOW!!
It’s getting dark and Rosy and I leave baskets on the porches, and by the doors of the houses.
“Come on, Stubb, a good job done. Let’s have a treat. I saved a basket for us to share.”
TT yells, finally, at last, at last . . . time for Me, Me, Me.
“Rosy thank you. This candy is delicious. I liked helping you give out the baskets, but best of all I have you for my new friend.
Happy Easter Kids, if you feel lonesome find a hug, or give a hug.
P.S. A book can be a FRIEND.
Stubb and TT