One of my favorite Easter memory is my brother hunting for the Easter Bunny. We watched Bugs Bunny on Saturday mornings and Logan would get his BB gun and take off across the pasture looking for wabbits. This one Easter he got marshmallow chicks in his Easter basket and he hates them, so he decided he was going to hunt down the Easter Bunny and explain that he didn't like marshmallow chicks and to stop leaving them every year. What was so funny he did fine a wabbit and tried to talk to it but it ran into a hole in the hay barn. Mother found him pumping that BB gun and firing into the hole and mumbling... you asked for it... I wanted to talk about this but you just won't listen. He really did look like Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits.
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