Photo by Geoff Carter
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper decided to replace his worn-out electric razor rather than let his moth-eaten beard grow for the rest of his days, which would have him looking like an over-worked waiter at the last supper; and so he—the keeper, visited Walmart and saw a tall, male employee wheeling a cart full of artificial Easter eggs.
“Are you the Easter Bunny?” the keeper asked.
“I might be,” the man said as he headed toward the candy shelves.
The response provided fodder for the keeper’s preoccupation with his self-image: if the Walmart man is not sure whether or not he is the Easter Bunny, neither is the keeper; and given that, does it make sense for him to buy a razor and shave off his whiskers—an Easter Bunny without whiskers does not seem right.
So the keeper bought a razor and went home to prepare to give Phyllis a smooth-faced Good Friday kiss, confident all the while that she already overlooks his worn out Last-Supper-waiter appearance.
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter, Bill.