To Capture the Easter Rabbit

With sure steps they ventured down into the hall. The two children plotted and schemed for the last two weeks. They had their traps all laid and up to par. They’d not fail this year as they had the previous. Nothing would deter their magnificent entrapment they now had for their bouncing and elusive visitor. It had been near a catastrophe the last time they had put their plan in play. It had tripped not that blasted rabbit but their own mother who had gone down for her nightly tea. The two brothers felt the pain of the punishment they had received till this day.

The lack of their favorite play station game had drove them into a slow madness. With the shake of the elders brother’s head to clear it of the past they tip-toed onward having little light to secure their sight. The younger of the two flipped the switch on their trusty nightlight from their room. They’d never accept defeat in this task they wanted to complete for the last three years. They were growing older and knew soon they’d lose the magic sight to capture a glance of this sneaky bunny who left treats, trinkets and gifts for their amusement… yet not one hair found or trace of a print. It was a mystery they were determined to solve, be it the last thing they do.

So close he felt to his goal, the elder could only hear his own breathing as his socked feet slid along the smoothly polished floor boards of the dinning room. Everything was in place, he gently tested the tightness of the string with a finger tip as he passed by. This was one of two that would surely capture his prey. The younger brother stayed close a bit spooked by the old rickety house they had lived in the last couple years. He himself found it strange the Easter rabbit could always find their location, even though they moved miles away. He had his own questions to ask this quick hopping mastermind of spring.

Just as they made the corner they figured themselves in the clear to stash in their hiding spot and wait but just as they stepped toe into the living room the sound of foot steps startled them both. In fear they bolted and dived behind the sofa that allowed them to squeeze between the large piece of furniture and the wall. “Go look…” the youngest whispered to the eldest who shook his head. “We both shall…” The smaller of the boys decided then as they both got to their knees and stuck their nose over the back rest of the couch. Their eyes moved left and right in unison as they strained their hearing to hear what could not be seen. Once they considered it safe they rose to their feet and ventured once more only to have the light switched on and they were blinded. They had been discovered! Their precious plot once more unraveled before their very eyes.

“Jack, Henry, get back in bed.” Their fathers voice boomed as the boys pouted and scampered back up the stairs they had slinked down. Just as they made the top platform they heard a loud crash and the colorful expressions that left their fathers lips. They stared at one another and quickly ran back to their rooms before hearing the raised voice of their father calling them once more by name. Now father had stumbled into their trap…oh woe was their lives, they’d hate to know the consequences of this folly.

Published by N.K. Sterling

A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA.

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