Playful's Pen
Well, well, spring is here! Flowers are blooming. Hmmm ...so are idiots. Though with one purrticular idiot, Indy, that is, he is always blooming – winter, spring, summer, or fall. There he is, being his blooming self. He picks on all of us except for Tyke. He’d pick on Meowmie if he could. He seriously is a blooming idiot, but that sounds cheerful, doesn’t it. I think of Indy as a “dark force.” So he is a lousy representation of spring.
Do you know what else should not be mentioned with spring things? My name! “Why,” you ask. Think of one of the most famous associations for spring. Are you thinking? Well, what comes to mind? Flowers, yes, trees, birds, of course. No more snow. Alright. Let’s get to the heart of it, though. Spring is a time of rebirth. What else is? Easter! Yes, Easter. The word even comes from the Latin, “Oestrus,” which means egg. Ok, so eggs and Playful are not a bad association, except I don’t eat them. There is something else that is associated with eggs. Think. Think again.
Oh, you got it the first time? Well, you’re smarter
than the average bear. Back to eggs….right, it’s the who
who delivers eggs. The Easter Bunny. Now, do you see why my name should
not be associated with Easter, or spring? Someone would be bound to
refer to me as Playful Bunny. Eeeeeek. I sure don’t want to be
thought of as any kind of “Play” and bunny. That’s
why I object to my name being associated with spring. |
