Marshmallow Sheep
© 2025 by Walter Reimer

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Electra ©  technicolorpie



Me and Donna went to a party last night. Good party, too, but we didn’t drink too much and left early.

Tequila and absinthe? No, dude; that crap’ll kill you.

What did we do after we left the party? None of your business, but I went home afterward.

It was Sunday, so I was thinking of going back to bed after breakfast. Not much else to do, you know? So I’m still sitting there thinking about what to do when I hear someone knock on my door. A soft knock, but rabbits have good ears so I heard it really well.

“Yeah, who – oh, hi there, little doe!” It was Donna, dressed in a nice dress. “Nice dress,” I said.

“Thanks,” Donna said. She gave a little twirl. “Do you think it makes my butt look big?”

“Do that again,” and she spins again. “No,” I said, and she gives me a kiss. I give her a kiss, because it’s good manners. “You’re looking good.”

“I thought we could go for a walk.” Donna smiled. “It’s a pretty day.”

I looked up and around. Yeah, it was a pretty day.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty day,” I said, and I went inside to get dressed. It’s not cool to go around outside without pants. Well, in some places, I guess, but not in the park.

The park’s this really beautiful stretch of grass and trees and rocks and things. There’s a pond and a playground and lots of places where you can sit on the grass and just enjoy a nice day with a cool little doe. And the weather was great, not too cold or too warm.

So we’re walking along, Donna and me, and I hear something hiss behind us. “Do you hear that?” I ask.

“Sounds like a hiss,” Donna said.

“A kiss?” I kissed her.

She giggled. “Not a kiss, silly, a hiss.”

“Did you hear it?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“No, not back then. Just now.”

“Just now?” Donna’s ears swiveled. “Yeah.”

“Get out of my way, big ears!”

I’m a rabbit, but that’s just uncool.

“That was uncool,” I said.

“I don’t care if it was!” said a voice behind us. Donna and I turned around and looked, and the voice said, “Down here!”

I looked down and saw a short vixen with white fur. It looked like she had more than one tail. She had purple fur on her head and on the tip of each tail. “Hi there, little vixen,” I said. “Were we in your way?”

“Yeah, you were,” the vixen said. “Good eye there, Harvey.” She started to walk past me and Donna.

“My name’s not Harvey,” I said.

The vixen stopped and gave me an uncool look. “What?”

“I have a friend named Harvey. You know him? He throws great parties.”

She threw her paws in the air like she just didn’t care and walked off. “Bigfooted bigeared nuisances . . . “ I could hear her say.

“That was uncool,” Donna said.

“Yeah,” I said. “That was uncool.” I took her paw again. “Let’s go that way,” and we headed off toward the pond.

There’s this one bench by the pond, see, with trees over it and some bushes around it. Nice and secluded, and me and Donna were sitting on the bench just enjoying the day.

We were enjoying each other, too, but that’s none of your business.

So we’re sitting there, watching the feral ducks swimming around in the pond. The ducks were having a very cool relaxing time.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Donna said, snuggling up close to me.

I put an arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it’s a beautiful day.”

“Yeah, it’s a beautiful day.”

One of the ducks was looking at me, and for a minute I thought he was talking to me. Then I sniffed, and looked to my right.

There were a pair of really fake bunny ears poking up out of a bush, and I saw a brightly colored egg roll out from under the bush and onto the grass.

I sniffed again. “Hi there, little woolly dude.”

“I’m the Easter Bunny,” the bush said. The bunny ears flopped around a little.

Donna giggled. “No, you’re not,” she said. “You’re a bush.”

The sheep’s Not-A-Pipe drifted around one of the bushes, giving little puffs of pastel-colored smoke. Pretty.

The bush said, “If I’m a bush, you can beat around me,” and the ears started moving in time to the music. Donna looked at me, I looked at Donna, and we got up to dance. The Not-A-Pipe drifted over the pond, past the ducks, and they started quacking and swimming around in time to the music.

The bush rustled and the sheep stepped out to dance with us. He had fake bunny ears on his head, and his tailfur had been brushed to look like a rabbit’s tail.

Huh? Nah, I wasn’t looking. I don’t swing that way.

“Hey, little woolly dude,” Donna said. “This is great herb.”

“The very best herb,” I said.

The sheep said, “It’s really extraordinary herb, because it’s Easter, and it’s a special occasion." He had a basket of eggs in his paws. The basket had some green and yellow ribbons tied to it. “You two are cool,” the woolly dude said. “You two get an egg.”

He gave an egg to Donna, and one to me. “Thanks, little woolly dude,” I said. “You’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

“HAH!”

The sheep turned around. “Hey, little vixen girl,” he said.

“What do you think you’re supposed to be?” the vixen girl demanded. While she was talking, Donna had opened her egg and found some candy inside. I put my egg in my pocket for later.

The sheep hopped around. “Be cool, little vixen. I’m the Easter Bunny.”

The vixen girl laughed. “Hah! Weirdo! If you think you’re the Easter Bunny, you’re too high!”

That was uncool.

“That’s uncool,” I said.

“Yeah, really uncool,” Donna said.

The Not-A-Pipe drifted by and the sheep offered the vixen an egg. “Here, dude. Be cool,” he said.

The vixen looked at the egg.

The egg looked back at her, I guess; it didn’t have eyes, but it looked cool.

“What?” the vixen asked.

There was a poof of colored smoke in the vixen’s face. When the smoke drifted away, her hair looked like it had been cut while she was wearing a bowl or something, and she was wearing a sweater. The sleeves were really too long for her arms.

The vixen started waving her arms around.

“I wanna Easter egg!
I wanna Easter egg!
I wanna Easter egg!
I wanna Easter egg!
I wanna Easter egg!” she started saying, sounding like a little fox-kit. She started running around the park, waving her arms and still yelling she wanted an Easter egg.

“That’s cool,” the sheep said. He smiled at Donna and me. “Have a cool Easter.” He turned to hop off and keep on giving out Easter eggs, but he stopped and looked back at Donna and me.
“He is risen,” the sheep said. Then he hopped out of sight.

Donna looked at me.

And looked down.

“He is risen,” she said with a smile.

I looked down.

“He is risen indeed,” I said. “Want to go back to my place for lunch?”

“Sure.”

We started walking out of the park, and we saw the little vixen girl still saying “I wanna Easter egg!” while clinging to the back of some guy with his head painted to look like an Easter egg. She was hitting him on the head.

That was uncool, so we headed back to my place.



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