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The Easter Bunny and the Car Crash

the easter bunny hopping in front of a car

It was Easter Sunday and the Easter Bunny was hopping merrily along, delivering beautifully decorated eggs and sweet treats to all the good little boys and girls.

His giant basket was overflowing with goodies as he made his way down the highway, stopping at each house along the way.

Suddenly, a car came barreling down the road. The driver, distracted by something on his phone, didn’t see the Easter Bunny until it was too late.

There was a sickening thump as the car struck the Bunny head-on.

The driver slammed on the brakes as the Easter Bunny’s basket went flying, eggs and chocolates raining down across the highway.

The distraught driver pulled over and ran back to where the Easter Bunny lay motionless on the road.

He cradled the poor creature’s head, tears streaming down his face.

Just then, another car pulled up behind him.

A woman stepped out, surveying the candy carnage. “What’s the matter?” she asked the weeping man.

“I…I hit the Easter Bunny!” he wailed. “It’s dead because of me! Easter is canceled!”

“There there, it’ll be okay,” the woman said soothingly.

She went to the trunk of her car and retrieved a mysterious spray can. “I’ve got just the thing to fix this.”

Puzzled, the man watched as the woman approached the lifeless Bunny and unloaded the entire spray can onto its fuzzy body.

No sooner had the last spritz dissipated than the Easter Bunny’s eyes popped open. It sat upright, blinked a few times, and let out a wiggle of its twitchy nose.

The two humans looked on in shock as the Bunny got back on its over-sized feet.

It began hopping around, retrieving the scattered eggs and candies and re-filling its basket.

Once it had everything, the Bunny turned, raised a paw to wave at the dumbfounded pair, and hopped away down the road.

Every 50 yards or so, it stopped, turned around with a flourish of its tail, and waved again before continuing merrily on its way to spread Easter cheer.

The man could scarcely believe his eyes. “B-But how?” he stammered at the woman.

She smiled and turned the spray can so he could read the label:

“Hair spray: Restores life to dead hair. Adds permanent wave.”

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