Lunch with the Dragon: An Easter Story

[Zoey Black]

It was one of those days that you more often read about than experience. The sky was a perfect shade of blue which only happens when there is not a cloud to be seen. Birds dove and chased each other about between the trees, while many-colored butterflies fluttered about the flowering bushes. A small rabbit played in a blossoming verdant field. This was no ordinary day; this was Easter. Mr. Easter Bunny was the softest of shades with a moist pink nose. No normal bunny was he: an unsurpassed unadorned beauty was this spotless bunny. He frolicked about completely unaware of the impending doom flying toward him.

This leather winged doom was no snaky little Oriental creature, but an immense European dragon flying in all it's incandescent blazing glory. Mr. Dragon was out taking advantage of the beautiful day to stretch his wings and grab a bite to eat, which he fillingly did when he ran across Mr. Sheep and his family. Afterward he paused only long enough to sharpen his bitterly cruel claws and teeth to dagger like stead. Then having taken flight again he was enjoying the day when he suddenly spotted Mr. B and thought to himself that Mr. Bunny was just about the size of an after dinner mint.

About that same time Mr. Bunny saw Mr. Dragon and became so terrified he could not move a single muscle except his bladder. Mr. D gave a flick of his strong sweeping tail and began a dive toward Mr. B. As Mr. D began his dive, Mr. B abandoned his frightened paralysis for stark terror and began hopping for his life. Unfortunately, Mr. Dragon was just too fast. Just as Mr. Bunny was about to reach his hole Mr. Dragon let loose a mighty gout of fire which charred everything within twenty yards of Mr. Bunny. It even fried all the Easter eggs Mr. B had hidden for all the children.

Slowly, Mr. Dragon circled and landed on his frightfully powerful haunches. After removing a large silver salt shaker from the leather pouch which hung from his long sleek neck he lightly salted Mr. Bunny's blackened furless remains. Mr. Dragon gave a toothful smile as he popped the morsel sized bunny into his mouth.

Moral: It was meant to be. After all Mr. Bunny was a pagan fertility symbol which had made it's way into the Christian holiday and needed to be got-rid-of anyway.

[Zoey Black]

(Before I get any hate mail... realize that I know full well that a Pagan symbol didn't 'infiltrate' a Christian holiday. The early christian church was the Microsoft of religion and co-opted anything they couldn't stamp out.) The story is just meant for amusement and the moral is intended to make people think and have one of those, 'hey, wait a minute!' moments. Enjoy.