Happy Easter….From “The Easter Chicken”

(sigh) Easter Sunday....that stupid rabbit took all my eggs, and here I sit, alone, (sniff) unwanted, unrecognized.....(sniff)....me.....Rodniea Chickenfield...I get no respect.

Every Easter I go through the same old thing.  Easter Bunny this….Easter Bunny that…..oh, and what did the Easter Bunny bring you?  I’m sick of it I tell ya….sick of it.

It’s not the damn Easter “Bunny” that brings Easter eggs to all the little boys and girls. It’s NOT the Easter Bunny that hides eggs. AND…it’s NOT the Easter Rabbit that lays those eggs.  It’s the “Easter Chicken” for gawds sake.  IT’S A CHICKEN THAT LAYS THOSE EGGS……..which can be very painful for some chickens if they do not have access to Preparation H medication.

I can’t believe that you’re all so naive that you can’t see what’s happening here. Years….. years I tell ya….years you’ve all been duped into believing that a stupid bunny lays those eggs, colors them, transports them to various stores and then gets all the credit.  It’s a freakin’ scam.  Wake up people!

Look at the facts here.  Do you ever see any bunny or parts that resemble a bunny in the grocery meat section of your local supermarket?  NO!  Do you ever see chicken parts or something that resembles chicken parts in that same section?  YES!  SEE……chickens make the ultimate sacrifice, laying eggs and then winding up in the poultry section of your supermarket…..and for what!!!!

I’ll tell ya for what…..for nothing!  No respect.  I’m tired of it. Tired.

It’s time we all recognized the efforts put in by gazillions of anonymous chickens all over the world who tirelessly spend hour after hour laying these eggs only to have a stinkin’ rabbit get all the credit.  Then they’re all silently shuffled off to who knows where to be euthanized to prevent them from talking.  It’s a damn conspiracy.  Where the hell is Donald Trump when ya need him?

Have any of you out there ever seen a carton of bunny eggs in the egg section? Of course not. Point proven. You know where those bunny eggs are…..in the damn candy aisle, and they’re not real honest to goodness eggs. It’s a scam just to make people think that bunnys actually make Easter eggs.  A scam I tell ya!

It’s simply my duty to expose all of this to all of you who still think the Easter Bunny is totally responsible for all those eggs you find scattered all over the place on Easter.  It’s time to honor the real person….um…..animal…or whatever, fowl perhaps, responsible for all those eggs.   The chickens of America.

I say stick it to the rabbit and totally avoid the candy aisle and those fake eggs. Ya can’t crack THEM over a frying pan for a great morning omelet. And those chocolate eggs…HAH….another scam to get you to believe the rabbit egg thing.

Today……Easter Sunday….let’s pause for a moment and reflect on the great injustices have been perpetrated against the Easter Chicken for all of these years.

(a moment of silence)

Thank you.

Enjoy your Easter, all of your Easter Chicken goodies, eggs and things, and most of all…….

that tasty Easter Chicken mom’s cooking in the oven.  The ultimate sacrifice our fine feathered friends do for us on Easter.

Take that you stupid bunny.

Copyright 2011 MisfitWisdom RLV

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About misfit120

Former disc jockey, (Dick Jones) 30 years, and author of, "I Could Have Been Famous But Sex, Love & Life Got In The Way" available at Amazon.com books, & Kindle, "The Covert Chamber" a mystery novel available at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble, and "Forgotten" the story of two WWI pilots who were forgotten for over 70 years available on Amazon.com and Kindle
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1 Response to Happy Easter….From “The Easter Chicken”

  1. SVG says:

    I kept wondering how the Easter Bunny was able to travel so fast from house-to-house, park-to-park (much like Santa Clause), so I asked him one day. He replied, “I use rabbit transit.” {{groan}}

    By the way, let’s not forget the true meaning of Easter: Christ died for our sins, and rose again, and He was hidden behind a rock…although in my senior moment, I forget which rock…think I’ll follow that bunny.

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