Tearing off the Easter Bunny’s face

I bought B. an Easter Bunny as a present, despite the fact that Easter is an uninteresting mystery to him. The Bunny was remarkably cute, soft long lop ears, a sweet face with big eyes and a soft heavy body.

I left it on my desk and then let Joe the pup outside to take care of business. It was a rare, fine day here and so the door stayed open as I worked at the computer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Joe dash past. Dangling from his mouth were the lop ears of B’s Easter Bunny. I jumped up, yelling and gave chase. This convinced Joe that an exciting game had just begun so he hurled the bunny in the air and then pounced on it in the muddy grass.

The Easter Bunny’s face had been ripped off and he was smudged with mud. I gave it to B. anyway.

There was no way to be angry at Joe, the only stuffed animals he’d ever seen were his puppy companions, the last of which lasted 3 minutes. I’d forgotten about this but Joe remembered as soon as he espied the Easter Bunny on my desk.