The Easter Bunny overslept

The Easter Bunny overslept

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Fuchsie the raccoon sat comfortably by the river at dusk with her best friend, Victoria the pink sheep.

Victoria had bumped into the old oak tree where he had been sleeping peacefully in his tree hollow so hard that he and the snow almost fell out of his sleeping place. It had been an unusually long, cold winter with lots of snow. “Fuchsie, where are you?” he heard Victoria call. She was his best friend, and every day at dusk they would meet by the river. It was their time to be friends, since he usually slept during the day, as raccoons do, and Victoria slept at night, as sheep usually do. Only in exceptional cases did he stay up during the day, or Victoria stays up at night. “I’m coming,” Fuchsie called, climbing down quickly. He had been sleeping so deeply that he had overslept his alarm. “What’s wrong with you? I was waiting for you by the river,” Victoria said, sounding slightly offended. “I’m sorry, Victoria, I was dreaming about the Easter Bunny and overslept my alarm.” They strolled leisurely to their favorite spot by the river. “What was that dream about?” asked Victoria. “I dreamed that Easter had been canceled. It was so sad.” Victoria laughed out loud. “Easter isn’t for another month, and the Easter Bunny has always been on time.” “That’s true, but I feel like something’s not right this year. For several years now, I’ve been helping the Easter Bunny, the hares, and the chicken dye and paint the eggs because I’m especially good at it with my paws.” Victoria nodded; she knew that anyway. “In recent years, we’ve always started preparations at least two months before Easter. This year, the Easter Bunny hasn’t been in touch.” “Then ask him,” said Victoria. “I’ve already thought about that, but the Easter Bunny doesn’t like it at all when someone stresses him out. He can get really grumpy. He’s convinced that the Easter eggs won’t turn out as nice. Maybe I’ll ask for the hares and chickens tomorrow.” “Good idea!” said Victoria, “and now let’s go for a swim in the ice water.” We played in the water until it was dark, and Victoria had to go home. Over the next few days, I asked some hares, but they just shrugged their shoulders and said, “Oh, he’ll get in touch.” The chickens clucked excitedly: “We need time to lay eggs. If he doesn’t ask us in time, there won’t be any Easter this year.” However, they didn’t want to go to the Easter Bunny either. “If you’re so worried, you should definitely go and see the Easter Bunny,” said Victoria two weeks later. “Come on, don’t be a coward. I’ll go with you if you want,” suggested Victoria.She was right. We walked through the forest for several hours until we arrived at the edge of the forest, where there was a magnificent view of the fields and meadows. There was the door to the large, underground Easter Bunny burrow with a large door knocker in the shape of a rabbit’s head. Carefully, I picked up the door knocker and dropped it on the door. Everything remained silent. “He won’t even hear that when he’s awake,” said Victoria. So quickly that I couldn’t stop her, she threw herself against the door with all her weight. “Oh, my goodness!” I wanted to run away as fast as I could. Everything remained quiet. Victoria was just about to throw herself against the door again when it opened and the Easter Bunny stood before us in his pajamas and socks. “Are you crazy, disturbing me in my dreams!” he scolded loudly. He looked at us angrily. I gathered all my courage and stammered, “We just wanted to see if everything was okay, since Easter is coming soon.” “Do you know better than me when Easter is? Look at all the snow and the big icicles hanging from the trees. It’s still the middle of winter,” he said grumpily, about slamming the door shut. Victoria jumped forward and shouted, “Hello, ever heard of a calendar?” She held her calendar in front of his bunny nose and shouted, “Easter is in two weeks.” The Easter Bunny was so perplexed by her boldness that he forgot he was about to slam the door. He stared at the calendar in. Then he pulled a pair of glasses out of his pajama pants and stared at the calendar. “That can’t be! It’s impossible, it’s still much too cold for Easter,” he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he looked at us in horror and cried, “For goodness’ sake, Easter is in two weeks, I overslept. It’s too late, I have to cancel Easter,” he wailed. “I have a plan!” cried Victoria. I looked at her in surprise: “You have a plan?” Where and why did Victoria have a plan? “I have lots of sheep friends in Ireland and Iceland that I could invite. There are more sheep there than you can imagine.” “That’s impossible,” cried the Easter Bunny, “Easter eggs have to be painted perfectly, and only I, the hares, and Fuchsie can do that. Every egg has to be symmetrical.” “Fine, then don’t,” said Victoria casually, “then Easter will just have to be canceled. Come on, Fuchsie, let’s go to the river.” She was already on her way out when the Easter Bunny called hesitantly, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. Maybe this time, as an exception, the sheep could paint the Easter eggs.” Victoria was still walking away. “Please!” said the Easter Bunny loudly. Victoria turned around and exclaimed happily, “When do we start?” “Right away, if possible. I’ll inform all the hares and chickens. Fuchsie, can you get all the painting supplies ready in my burrow in the meantime?” said the Easter Bunny excitedly. I nodded. Victoria was already on the phone with Ireland and Iceland to recruit as many sheep as possible to help. Within a few hours, there was a bustle of activity inside and outside the Easter Bunny’s burrow. The chickens clucked loudly, “How could anyone oversleep! That would never have happened to us!” but they laid one egg after another to help. The hares, sheep, and Fuchsie painted and painted and painted. It will come as no surprise that there were a particularly large number of sheep on the Easter eggs this year. Fuchsie had also asked some of his raccoon friends to help. Together with the Easter Bunny, they prepared the Easter baskets. They worked day and night. On the night before Easter Sunday, everyone helped hide the Easter baskets in the gardens. Marie, a girl from the village, was looking out of the window. “Dad, there was a pink sheep in our garden just now!” she cried. “That can’t be, sheep are white or black, and besides, only the Easter Bunny is out and about today hiding the Easter baskets,” replied her dad. He couldn’t have known that this time everything was different than planned. Early on Easter Sunday morning, all the Easter baskets were hidden, and all the hares, sheep, chickens, and I sat and lay down tired in the grass in front of the Easter Bunny’s burrow. Then the Easter Bunny came back from hiding the Easter baskets. He was pulling a large sack behind him and looked a bit like Santa Claus. What was that? When he reached us, he opened the huge sack, and everyone received a beautiful, large Easter basket with lots of delicious treats inside.

“Thank you all so much for helping me save Easter!” he said, almost moved to tears. “My special thanks go to Fuchsie and Victoria, who luckily woke me up. You know how grumpy I can be when someone disturbs me while I’m sleeping,” he said, winking at us. Many rolled their eyes and nodded knowingly. “All more reason to thank them for doing it anyway! They and all of you saved Easter! Thank you!! He sat down with us, and we celebrated a wonderful Easter. The sheep from Ireland and Iceland stayed for another week to have fun and enjoy their vacation. The Easter Bunny had offered to let them stay with him. “See you next Easter,” they shouted as they boarded their ship to sail home. “See you next Easter!” we all shouted, waving and waving until the ship was out of sight.

We wish you a happy Easter!!!

Narrated by Fuchsie the Raccoon