Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Sunday, April 5, 2015


It was Easter morning, and the Radcliffe children awakened early.

Breakfasted and dressed in their holiday finery, the family went to church. The kids fidgeted in the pews, anxious for services to be over...for that’s when the fun would begin. Easter eggs!

Nothing, save Christmas morning, was anticipated as eagerly as the annual Egg Hunt.

But this year, something was amiss. Instead of dyed eggs, all the childrens’ searching turned up were gnarled, rock-like objects.

They brought their baskets to Dad, who looked appraisingly at the brightly painted bivalves.

“Looks like the Oyster Bunny paid us a visit this year.”

[Bunnies are famous for their reproductive abilities, and so are old blogposts. This one was originally published in April 2007 at the Old Place and has been resurrected (harrumph) for your reading pleasure. Happy Easter to all our Christian friends!]

1 comment:

Kevin Kim said...

They probably celebrate Oyster down in Australia or something.

Yes: Joyeuses Pâques to the Christians, and a very Joyeuse Pâque to the Red Sea Pedestrians.