Easter Day

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Jesus, the Resurrection, Easter Bunny, chocolate, candy, colored eggs, and more. What do you think of when you think of Easter? I think of the ripped apart dead bodies of rabbits. It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend.

On Easter day a friend of a friend explained on the phone, the Easter from Hell. It was a single mother who lived in the deep south. She was a mother of three young kids and Easter had something of a secular tradition at her house. Each year the woman would fill up these little plastic shopping carts with Easter baskets and chocolate bunnies and eggs. She would place the shopping carts in front of the front door, outside on the porch.

When the children would wake up on Easter morning, they would run into her room asking whether the Easter Bunny came or not. The mother would go tell them to look and all the kids would go running for the front door and open it to find their Easter surprise.

Well, one Easter started in this similar manner. The children came running into her room all excited asking if the Easter Bunny came. The mom told them to go and see. The kids took off like a bat out of hell. She could hear them running down the stairs toward the front door. A smile crossed her lips as she anticipated the shrieks of joy when the kids saw their baskets. She heard the door open and what came next were not shrieks of joy but blood-curdling screams. Complete chaos broke out.

The mother jumped up and grabbed her robe and started running down the stairs. As she got to the door, she realized what had happened. Their two dogs got hold of a wild rabbit right outside the front door and were tearing it apart limb by limb! The children were screaming because they thought that the dogs had killed the Easter Bunny!

The moment they opened the door was the moment the rabbit’s head was torn from the body. Their shocked faces were frozen while they stood there perceiving that the Easter Bunny was being ripped apart. There were blood and guts everywhere. The whole ordeal was out of control. After she got the kids to calm down, she had to explain to them that it was not the actual Easter Bunny but just one of his helpers that got eaten by the dogs.

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