What else do you do when it’s raining outside? You play, right? Well, I took playing to a whole new level. Mommy must have sensed that something was wrong, really wrong, because of the eerie quietness in the house… that is usually a good sign that “something” is wrong, and she was right. If Mommy was right, then I was wrong and I am in BIG trouble! Mommy quietly walked into the kitchen (where most of my sneaky time happens) and she saw the white filling of my EB (Easter Bunny) all over the floor. I just laid there like a deer in headlights, frozen, my heart was thumping, and I tried to look innocent, but that did not work, because Mommy walked over to me and pulled off my face a huge hunk of the white stuffing from EB. BUSTED! I guess I can’t talk myself out of this one, eh? Now that I chewed up EB, I bet that I won’t be getting an Easter basket this year.
I’m sorry EB,