There were rabbits in the meadow. “Can I chase them?” asked May, but “No way,” said her Mom. “Why not?” “’Cause it’s not kind.”
May’s brother played football with her Dad while May went to pick flowers. Dandelions splintered streaks of sunshine in the grass. Then a rabbit passed too close.
“Can I chase it?” She didn’t wait to hear, but followed it to the trees where it quickly disappeared. All that was left was a trail of warm rabbit “eggs” that May added to her flowers.
“It’s an Easter Rabbit Mom,” she said. “He left his eggs for me.”