Easter Services In The Cactus Patch

For the third year in a row, Reverend Little gave his annual Easter Service in the cactus Patch. Attendence was down this year because of a massive invasion of Fire Ants, and the local Crow flock has discovered they adore those sweet marshmallow Peeps, so it was a shorter service than the last two by an hour. The congregation was carried away within thirty minutes, and Reverend Little’s wind-up spring broke. The message was good: the sky is not falling, although in parts of the Middle East it appears to be so; here in Texas, only hail, which hasn’t turned to fire yet. There were no Baptisms this year because the Peeps dissolve at an alarming rate when exposed to liquid of any kind: water, Cokes, saliva, Kool Aid; it’s all “I’m melting to them.” May you all have a blessed Easter, and give a real heartfelt thought about why we celebrate this Holy Day. I’ve yet to see a real Rabbit delivering eggs, although I did see one eat a Reese’s peanut butter one a few years back.