There’s a tiny new development in Beastertown
Bunnies came from miles around to hear the Mayor of Beastertown.
Rumors spread as wild as fire, and the bunny tales grew increasingly dire.
“Easter is just weeks away.” We heard the fearful rabbits say.
“We have eggs to color and hide… baskets to make and bows to be tied.”
Yet, on they hopped without a stop. They couldn’t disappoint Mayor Beasterhop.
“Curiosity might have killed the cat, but you can bet your Easter hat…
Mayor Beasterhop won’t let us down. He’ll protect our Beastertown.”
The country bunnies arrived at the square, and the town rabbits offered them a chair.
There were more hares than you could count, and curiosity continued to mount.
Something stirred within the crowd and the mumbling became quite loud.
“What could all this bad news be? Is Beastertown in jeopardy?
Have they cancelled Easter morning? Who could do that without warning?
Let us continue our preparations. We bring joy to God’s creations.”
The Beasterhop entered the square. He saw all of Beastertown quietly stare, as he walked up to the podium.
He began to fear pandemonium would run a muck.
Didn’t rabbit feet bring good luck?
He thought a minute, before he said, “We have a great adventure ahead!”
The rabbits all looked quite perplexed. They waited for what would come next.
“Remember little Murdo girl? The one with curl upon curl?
She’s the one who thought us up. She told our story when she grew up.
She’s taking us from this dreadful storage to a tiny house…now that takes courage.
Please go on home and bust your keister. Get ready to move right after Easter.”
OUR HOUSE IS ALMOST BUILT
This is our house. We saw it today. More pictures tomorrow.