Easter 2021

[Pharlen]

As it so happened, the Easter Bunny had gotten a little behind on things. So, she quickly reached out to start making sure that the goodies would flow naturally from the baskets that were to be handed out.

Every baker in town, meaning, everyone that Pharle… the Easter Bunny… knew could bake were texted, asking for as many yummy Eastery cookies as could be made in such a short time. She needed them by Saturday!

Gatito, Katt, Ariana at Divine Delights, Betty, a new girl named Ambrosia, Thorn, along with every baker she knew or could find all received texts and directed them to deliver the goodies to a humble downtown address. A simple, quiet warehouse.

In reality, it was already swarming with activity, anthropomorphic rabbits of all sorts and colors were busy with eggs and baskets and candies and this year, the presents were all sorts of “LOL” surprise eggs.

So no one noticed as a quintet of purposeful white rabbits came marching into the warehouse and headed for the office where Pharle… the Easter Bunny was making up crucial lists of who was allergic to what.

“Yes? I’m very busy, what can I do for you?” the Easter Bunny inquired, not looking up from her work.

“Sleep,” an older rabbit gent with a golden monocle announced.

And taken completely off guard… Pharlen conked out onto the desk. The older male cast another spell onto Pharlen, causing her to shrink down to about a foot tall.

“Hurry, now. Get her back to Bunnybury before anyone notices,” the male ordered the two other males with him, both wearing decidedly toy soldier military uniforms. Nodding, one tucked the sleeping albino into a pouch and hurried out.

“Horrid brute,” the older female sniffed as the Easter Bunny was spirited out, “Now, contact their media so we may make our statement. Be careful, remember, the other rabbits working here are entirely indoctrinated by that person and will try to protect her as being their Easter Bunny.”

“How do we keep them working for us?” the younger female asked, frowning.

“Not to worry. Bristle will simply assure them that she was called away on Important Business with Santa Claus, and left him, obviously, as he is Keeper of the Wicket, to tend to her Easter Bunny duties.”

[Pharlen]

AND SO...

By morning, it was all over the medias...








OH DEAR. SO... Large eggs with really really bad attitudes and an inexplicable love for soup began to invade RhyDin...

They're tough, they're nasty, they bite, they roll, they bounce, they float ... they bounce a LOT for eggs... They're heavier than they look, and when smashed open or cut, they're remarkably full of meat. Sort of like mutton.

[Pharlen]

AND THEN...

Once more, it's all over the media...







SO...eventually... the three intrepid trouble makers nipped off to fetch Desdenova's older brother to look after Pharlen's tasks, and also to try and keep Dad from knowing what's going on, and then ... Off to Oz.

(Feel free to post here anything Easter! Whether your character is delivering cookies, fighting eggos, which are now phase two, full of candy! or getting baskets of goodies from random anthro bunnies... Have fun and a happy Easter!)(Also! "Old Des" is taking over for Pharlen for the next few days, he's a tall, thin, dark haired snob. )

[Desdenova VonTombs]

Jack glanced at his phone, then to his older son with a quirk of brow. Desdenova, about twenty years of age, primly sat at the breakfast table, annoying his sisters by insisting on their manners. Jack found no reason to call the youth off, as truly, his precious princesses were pretty barbaric. He ignored their constant whines of ‘DA-AAAD!’ as he enjoyed his eggs and bacon.

“And you shouldn’t be eating all that bacon, Dad…” Desdenova put in. Jack held up a forefinger, briefly silencing the younger man.

“Little Des has texted saying that they need Bristle and the two dame rabbits with him sent back to Glinda ASAP,” Jack read. He then pointed to Big Desdenova.

“...What?” the youth yelped, his face falling.

“You heard me. Go.”

“...Why can’t Jackie do it?! I’ve already had to cover for Mother at the inn, and if my friends find out I--”

“YOU,” Jack insisted, leveling his gaze onto Desdenova, “Jackie’s taking Alice to the Stardreamer manor egg thing.”

Jackie and Alice both noodled their tongues out at the Big Desdenova. His eye ticked.

“DA-AAD!” he whined. Jack smiled, pleased. He didn’t often get all of his progeny whining in outrage. It was good.

“You are the only mage I have at hand. You go and fetch Bristle and the dames, you send them back to OZ, then you make sure that the whole Easter thing is running smoothly until your Mom gets back,” Jack ordered calmly. Desdenova stared flatly at the man for several moments.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you still bitching about my eating habits?” Jack inquired sweetly.

“No,” Desdenova responded sulkily. Jack graciously indicated the table.

“Good. Finish your breakfast and get moving.”

[Desdenova VonTombs]

The rabbits at the warehouse all paused when the door banged open, admitting the tall, ired mage. They stared in silence, a few noses wiggling, as he strode through the tables of Easter goodies to the office.

Desdenova slapped open the door and stormed flatly for the desk, where Bristle was discussing something with the older female. As the rabbit looked up, Desdenova snatched his ears and smacked his muzzle to the desk sharply.

“Sleep, bitch,” he snarled, and reached for the older female, who reeled back, glaring at the human with all the frost of Queen Victoria.

“You will NOT- AAA!!!!”

“You messed with my Mother,” he snapped, grabbing her ears and thumping her into the wall. He turned in time to intercept the younger female, grabbing her throat and pinching quickly. She collapsed into a heap, unconscious.

Several of the working rabbits ventured uneasily to the open door, staring.

“Uhm…” the forewoman called uneasily.

“It’s all right, go back to work. I have to take these three beauties to Glinda and get Mom back,” Desdenova replied.

“Okay… Uhm. The cakes and cookies have started to arrive. They’re much fresher than usual. We’re just concerned we’ll be short.”

“Those roly-rogue eggs are spewing candy now, send a few of your kids out to bash them and collect the goods,” Desdenova shrugged, beginning to cast a doorway. The forewoman’s smile lit up.

“Wonderful idea sir! Will you be bringing your Mother back now?”

“Hope so, but nothing is ever cut and dried when you’re dealing with Glinda,” Desdenova replied, exhaling. He cut the doorway and dragged the trio of rabbits through it.

[Desdenova VonTombs]

"Oh thank you so much," Mrs. Cottontail, the forewoman, beamed to Ambrosia as the young woman delivered goodies to the warehouse.

"These look and smell wonderful! The people of RhyDin will be so glad to see these!" the kindly rabbit beamed.

And there were so many goodies!






(Of course the forewoman is Mrs. Cottontail. ;D The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes (Free on Kindle Freetime right now)

[The Redneck]

Pharlen asked, the redneck delivered. And so did very nearly every culinary arts class the Dream Chasing Foundation currently had in session.
Throughout the days leading up to the deadline carts, cars, wagons, trucks, random teenagers on mopeds and bicycles, began making their deliveries.







After the cake pops came the cupcakes.













And finally, the cookies and candies.

[The Redneck]

And when the redneck delivered baskets for the Von Tombses personally, filled to overflowing with one of each of the offerings already delivered shoe-horned and wedged in place, with the addition of fudge in a rainbow of spring colors and flavors, she had to spend several minutes with the Maltese.
It'd been a long while since she'd snuggled the cotton floss pup. It'd been nearly so long since she'd snuggled Elder Des.

There's a whole lotta snugs and hugs going on. As well as some doner gyro sharing.
The roly rogue eggs started out very mutton-y, and damn tasty.

[Partly Cloudy]

***

The morning of Saturday, April Third, gatito arrived at the warehouse with a small army of goblins to deliver his contribution: forty dozen Easter-themed macarons. It wasn’t quite the several hundred dozen Pharlen had asked for, but it wasn’t a bad showing for one man with a pair of ovens!

As she had requested, most of the macarons were shaped and decorated like Easter eggs. The young man had found himself quite inspired by the candies he had seen in the shops while sourcing his ingredients, however, so twelve dozen of the cookies looked like Marshmallow Peeps. These bunny-shaped cookies were exclusively filled with marshmallow buttercream. The others were filled with strawberry, vanilla-rose, or honey-lavender flavored buttercream, or malted milk chocolate ganache.

While he was there, gatito looked around for Pharlen, but he was assured … by someone … that she was very busy and couldn’t come to the phone right no—er, that she would see him soon. Suspicious and a little confused, he went back to Matadero to mull things over. And nap.

Gods, he needed a nap.


(All reference images belong to Sweet & Saucy Shop. Each flavor links to the recipe that inspired the corresponding filling; the macaron shells are all gently vanilla to showcase those flavors.)

[Desdenova VonTombs]

The Grumpiest Easter Bunny of them all. But he got the baskets delivered!