From the memories of Pierre ~Easter Speciale~
Bunny Pays a Visit
One bright morning Pierre woke up and checked his calendar. It was a spring day and it was specially marked on one day...
"it's almost easter!" Pierre shouted and he ran all around his room. He checked all around his room for an egg that might have been dropped by the Bunny by accident but didn't find one so he started going everywhere like his playroom, the bathroom, and even his dog's house but he didn't find any. He started to go out the fence surrounding the house when his mother grabbed his collar.
"Oh no, Pierre. You are not going anywhere unless you finish your chores. If Uncle Gourmet sees this place now, he'll think it's a dump!" Pierre's mother dragged him in front of the small chicken coop "Start by getting the eggs of the chickens and since you decided to leave before doing your chores, you have to crate them as well" With that word his mother left him in the coop and went to the house to finish cooking lunch.
"Oh man!" Pierre grabbed the wire basket "I didn't get to find an egg yet!" Pierre then started to get eggs when he heard some cries from the back of the coop.
"What's that?" Pierre was advancing towards the loud cries until he saw long ears behind one crate. Pierre got confused
and advanced towards the scene.
To his suprise, it was a pure white rabbit, almost ivory colored, with a bow that had different baby colors like baby blue. Pierre saw that this bunny has been crying
for a long while since his paws and whiskers were soaked with tears.
"Here little bunny rabbit, i won't hurt you" Pierre reached his hand out to the crying bunny.
"You will certainly not" the bunny spoke suddenly and wiped his last tears away "Get your dirty hands of me!" The bunny shooed Pierre's hands away and stood up straight. He dusted himself and stared angrily at Pierre
"A talking rabbit! A talking rabbbit!" Pierre danced around scaring the chickens.
"I most certainly talk, young man!" The rabbit gave up last of his angry and polish energy and started sobbing again.
"What's wrong little bunny rabbit?" Pierre pleaded him to tell his worries.
The bunny then returned to his normal slef and snapped "Call me the Easter Bunny" The rabbit returned to his sobbing side "It's just that I have no more Magic"
Pierre's eyes widened
"Magic? You must be kidding me, little... I mean Easter Bunny. There is no such thing as magic"
"The how does the Harvest Goddess help the farmers? With her own tools? Heavens no! She's to feminine to do that. The Harvest Sprites also have magic tools. And most importantly, how could I talk and be different from those other dimwitted rabbits!?!" The rabbit replied stoutly.
"Wow you make a point but you are the Easter Bunny aren't you?" Pierre gave a worried look
"Of course I am. Now let's get back to the original question" the easter bunny changed into his sobbin self once a again and relayed the story "Each year, on easter day, I make a number of eggs with my own special magic. I bless these eggs with color and store good luck inside each egg, wish-granting luck. My magic is powered by people who believe in me. Things were smooth the past years when the power suddenly dropped. This year too, i'll be disappointing many children around the world. So basically, i'm worthless without my magic. I've asked some friends to help me but they replied that things have been going slowly for them too and they refused to channel out more energy foor useless things. Pretty soon, if i don't get enough magic, i'll disappear!"
Pierre then got very worried "No more Easter Eggs?"
"Yes, no more easter eggs" The Easter Bunny then replied "You mustn't worry, at a death of a character, the other characters will have to start doing a better practice so they can take place of the lost "Magic Character" so you mustn't worry" The Easter Bunny was now looking away from Pierre to hide his tears
"I'll help you!" Pierre then cheered up ;D "Just leave it to me!" Pierre then repeated some words he heard from a friend
Love can cheer out raise anyone's spirits at anything! "You put everything in your eggs except you forgot one thing, Love. Love can bind anyone together and form a whole new web of creation. There's still more magic in you, you can make more eggs with love inside and more people will believe you so you can make more eggs which causes more people to believe you!" Pierre paused to catch his breath "Pretty soon, you'll have more believers to keep the spirit... I mean you alive!"
The Easter Bunny thought then replied "Let's put this into action shall we? but we'll need a little help"
"NO! No, no, no, no... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" a small person with an archery set with weird heart-shaped arrowheads and he was wearing a toga "I had enough of helping people out especially with their relationships and now you expect me to help you put love inside a box? NO!" Cupid shook his curly hair and gave easter bunny a grumpy grumpy look "Look here, i do this job not because I like it. It's because i'm created for it but I repeat I DO NOT LIKE IT! Capiche?"
"Come on cupid!" Pierre begged with his cutest crying face ever "Ya gotta give in" Then Pierre started bawling for added effect
Luckily, a very important Goddess was in the room beside Cupid and cupid will be really punished if she awoken from her beauty sleep.
"Look here kid, i'll do anything for now but just shut your mouth k?" Cupid soothed the poor kid.
"Really!" Pierre smiled really big ;D
"Most certainly, kid. Now let's get to business!" Cupid put his fist up into the air suddenly getting into the spirit.
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This Speciale will be continued. From the memories of Pierre will be a special mini story coming once in a while and I may get an official thread if I compile enough of these Speciales. Still thanks to Pickle's ever loyal personality. I may make a mini comic just for you!
and advanced towards the scene.
for a long while since his paws and whiskers were soaked with tears.
"Magic? You must be kidding me, little... I mean Easter Bunny. There is no such thing as magic"
and started marching.