An Easter Fable

Once upon a time, in a land half way across the world, a man died on a cross. Now, it isn't often that a story begins with a death, but this isn't your average story. Unfortunately, it's also going to end in a death.

His life had been pretty damn exciting. He'd fed people bread and fish, cured lepers and healed a man's ear. But on this day his father, who was a rather important person, decided that he had to die. So he was nailed to a cross, passed away and then put into a cave.

For three days he remained dead. Most people manage this feat, but on the third day the man got bored of being dead and sprang back to life. 'Sprang' may be the wrong word, however, because, if you have ever tried coming back from the dead, it really isn't an easy feat. People don't tend to be in a springy mood right afterwards.

Anyway, he came back to life. There was a huge rock in front of the cave, but with an amazing act of might, he pushed it out of the way. Stepping out into the sun, he found himself in a sprawling desert. Lost, hot, confused and only just alive, the man was in a world of trouble.

Unsure of which way to go, he just kept walking forward. On and on he travelled, stumbling forward towards a goal unknown. But soon the heat got to him and the tiredness got to him and he tripped. He hit the sand hard and didn't get up.

He was dying again, which kind of made his reincarnation a bit pointless. But as his mind began to drift from the world of the living, he felt a small nudge against his nose. His eyes peeled open and just in front of him sat a rabbit.

The rabbit was called Joe, but since it couldn't speak English no-one would ever know. It twitched its nose at the man in a 'follow me' gesture. Buoyed by the knowledge that another living creature was living out in the desert, the man pushed himself painfully to his feet.

The rabbit bounced and the man stepped, and together they travelled across the desert. Soon, they arrived at the rabbit's house. Because this was the olden days, the rabbit lived in a large house that the man could fit in, not a tiny hole that would make story-telling difficult.

The rabbit motioned towards a chair and the man took a seat. In front of him were several brown eggs, made from chocolate. Because the man hadn't eaten anything since he had come alive, the man quickly gobbled them down. And as he finished his second egg, the rabbit came back into the room with a map.

To cut a long story slightly shorter, the man took the remaining eggs and the map and found his 12 friends. They rejoiced in the fact that he was still alive and the thirteen of them ate chocolate eggs into the early hours of the morning.

Elsewhere, in the rabbit's home, his housemate entered the kitchen. She had just woken from a long sleep. She had been in labour for the last three years, which may seem like a long time, but chocolate ducks stay pregnant longer than any other animal in the world.

She was incredibly happy, because today was the day her chocolate eggs were going to hatch into tiny chocolate ducklings. What she would find in the kitchen eventually led to her suicide.

The moral of the story: People shouldn't come back from the dead.

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