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Peter the Bunny’s First Easter Delivery
Peter the Bunny had been waiting for this day his whole life. His soft gray ears twitched with excitement as he hopped out of bed and peeked out the window. The sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges. It was Easter morning!
Peter’s grandpa, Grandbunny Jasper, was the most famous Easter Bunny in the whole meadow. Every year, he delivered colorful eggs, treats, and happiness to children and animals across the land. But this year, he had passed the Easter basket to Peter.
“You’re ready, my boy,” Grandpa had said with a wink. “Remember—Easter is about more than just delivering eggs. It’s about spreading kindness, joy, and surprises.”
Peter’s heart thumped with pride as he strapped on his little egg-sack—a patchwork backpack filled with hand-painted eggs. “I won’t let you down, Grandpa!” he said, hopping off the porch.
But just as Peter took his first hop, a wild gust of wind whooshed through the trees.
“Whoaaa!” Peter spun in the air and landed in a pile of daffodils.
The wind howled again. WHOOSH! Several eggs flew out of his bag and tumbled down the hill.
“Nooo! My eggs!” Peter shouted.
He scrambled after them. One rolled into a hollow log. Another plopped into a puddle. And one rolled right up to a familiar set of webbed feet.
“Oh no,” Peter whispered.
It was Greta the Goose.
Greta was known across the meadow for her grumpy glare and booming honks. And Peter’s egg had rolled straight into her nest.
“Good morning, Greta!” Peter said carefully.
Greta narrowed her eyes. “Bunny,” she grumbled. “This is my nest. What’s this round thing doing in it?”
“That’s one of my Easter eggs. It must’ve blown away in the wind. May I please have it back?”
Greta huffed. “You young animals! Always bouncing and flying and losing things! Hmph!”
Peter took a deep breath. “I understand. I’m sorry it landed in your nest. I promise I’ll be more careful.”
Greta stared at him, surprised by his calm voice. Finally, she sighed and gently nudged the egg forward with her beak.
“Here. But only because it’s Easter,” she muttered.
“Thank you, Greta! And Happy Easter!” Peter said with a grin.
He tucked the egg safely back in his sack and continued his journey. One delivery down… many more to go!
Peter hopped through the meadow, stopping by little mouse homes and under hedgehog hedges. He left bright eggs in flower pots, beside garden boots, and even in an empty birdhouse.
But as the sun climbed higher, the wind grew stronger again. It tugged at Peter’s ears and blew his fur sideways. He reached inside his sack—and gasped.
Half the eggs were gone again!
Peter’s ears drooped. “Oh no! I must’ve dropped them when I fell in the flowers!”
He thought about giving up. He’d already lost eggs twice. He wasn’t like Grandpa Jasper. Maybe he just wasn’t ready to be an Easter Bunny.
Then Peter remembered something Grandpa had said: “Sometimes, surprises come from solving problems, not avoiding them.”
Peter stood up tall. “I can still spread joy. I just have to be clever.”
He searched the meadow and found bright flower petals, smooth stones, and curly vines. He made tiny flower bouquets and wrapped stones with grass like presents. Then he gathered berries and tucked them into leaves like mini gift baskets.
Peter spent the next hour delivering his handmade surprises wherever he could. He hummed as he worked, hopping from burrow to burrow, even stopping to help a turtle cross a puddle.
At his final stop, he tiptoed up to a hollow stump where three little squirrels were sleeping. He left a bundle of berries tied with ribbon grass at their door.
As he turned to go, a deep chuckle stopped him.
“Well done, Peter.”
Peter turned around and saw Grandpa Jasper standing there, smiling wide.
“Grandpa! What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see how your first Easter delivery went,” said Jasper. “Looks like you had quite the adventure.”
Peter told him everything—the wind, the missing eggs, the grumpy goose, and the things he made to take their place.
Grandpa Jasper gave him a proud nod. “You didn’t give up, Peter. You turned a problem into something even better. That’s what makes a great Easter Bunny.”
Peter beamed.
Together, they looked out at the meadow, where birds chirped, animals laughed, and surprises waited to be discovered.
Peter had delivered more than eggs that day. He had delivered joy.
The End!
🐰 Follow-Up Questions:
- Why do you think Peter didn’t give up, even when things went wrong?
- How did Peter use his creativity to solve the problem of the missing eggs?
- If you were the Easter Bunny, what would you leave as a surprise for your friends?
