Hey Kiddo,
It’s me, the Easter Bunny! I’ve left you some goodies but how boring would it be to just leave them on the table? Really boring! So instead I’ve hidden them where they’ll never be found. Perhaps future archeologists will one day find them in the ancient rubble of a bygone age, but no one living could ever find them, even if they spent their whole life looking! That’s one thing about me, the Easter Bunny, I’m really good at hiding stuff. Yep, can’t be found.
Oh, another thing about me is that I’ve got seven digits on each paw. That’s one of the things that makes me different from regular bunnies, seven digits . Another thing is that I write poetry:
Remembering a stick of gold
Though not the proper use
Of memory, a memory
The door! The door! The door!
A flash, a clue, a jolt, forsooth
Look back, look aft, look there
The hanging egg, the heart of truth
Aback! Aback! Alack! Aback!
Also I’m really good at hiding things. But never mind that now. I’m talking about seven digits. Take all four paws that’s twenty-eight! But forget about that too, the important thing to remember is seven digits. Not that it makes me a freak or anything, that’s just how I am. So no need to dwell on it, it’s a personal thing I don’t like to talk about so maybe you could just back off, maybe just a bit, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble! I mean, how would you like it if I started spouting off about your pointy head? You wouldn’t! So just drop it already!
Anyway, have a great Easter! Oh, and I almost forgot, I have a clue: X = 78, tell a friend!
With much love,
E.B.