THE MAGIC BUCK AND THE EASTR BUNNY

On a sunny Easter Sunday a chocolate bunny was left out in the heat. He soon felt hooey-gooey and began to melt. First to go was his nose, then his paws and toes

His chocolate tears, to his surprise, dripped from M&M jelly bean eyes and formed a muddy puddle on some nearby plants. A hill of ants, who like to eat things sweet, sucked up the muddy scum the Easter bunny had become. A magic duck mixed up the muck and a bunny bush grew and, do you know, it bloomed an egg. The duck sat on it and hatched a full-grown bunny hare. I swear.

How this happened you tell me. But since this is a fantasy, anything can be. The runny bunny was reborn. Clouds rolled in and it was no longer sunny. The bunny, sweetened by the magic duck, waited to be eaten as was his destiny. And this all happened faster than the magic duck could quack.