Everybody have a Hoppy Easter!

John Frum

Secret Society Member
We’re staining the deck out back this weekend, and I’m having to take Aero out on a leash when nature calls.

This morning, bleary-eyed, I walked him a few blocks down where I spied a plastic Easter egg on the tree lawn. I figured “The kids have had their chance and missed it. Fair game.”

I pocketed the egg and continued on about a block before I processed that today was Easter, and I’d stolen that egg.

Sorry, kids.