ars almost as bright as the Moon, and crickets sang all around them.
Suddenly a voice spoke up from the back of the crowd.
"Eggs," little Ralph said.
The Reverend Billy seemed startled. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'eggs,'" Ralph told him. "I thought the Easter Bunny was just in charge of Easter eggs."
"Well, er, um..."
"Yeah," said Lenny, who seemed to be much less afraid than he used to be. "Who said the Easter bunny was in charge of rivers?"
"Yeah," said Annie. "You're always telling us the Easter Bunny helps those who help themselves. If this isn't helping ourselves, what is?"
"But, er, well..."
The bunnies, one and two at a time, began to slowly hop away from the square. "We're tired," Jonathan said as he left. "Let's do this some other time."
"If you want to help us dig," Maria said, "we'd be happy to see you tomorrow."
The Reverend Billy Bunny didn't show up to dig the next day, or any of the days after. However, he d
A story of community cooperation in times of adversity as acted out by rabbits. It's actually quite well done, suitable for children, with some ironic wordplay sprinkled in to amuse adults.
The bunnies have distinct characters, and the plot has enough twists to keep it interesting.