Eight-year-old Freddy’s current purpose in life is playing tricks on his five-year-old brother, Jack. In the early morning of Easter, Freddy sneaks outside to the henhouse to place a ceramic egg he made as a school project in one of the hens’ nests. He runs back inside the house and creeps upstairs to wake up Jack.
“Hey, Jack,” Freddy whispers to his little brother, as he shakes him. “Get up.”
Jack’s eyes flutter.
“Jack, you just missed the Easter Bunny.”
Jack stirs and struggles to sit up. He still believes in the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and most of all, the Easter Bunny. He moans, “That’s not fair. I missed it again.” Rubbing his eyes, Jack looks at Freddy and says, “Why do you always get to see all the magical stuff?”
“I told you last night to get up early today so you can see the Easter Bunny delivering the eggs.”
Jack swings his legs down to the side of the bed. “What’d you see? Tell me!”
Freddy pulls Jack by his arm. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Together the two brothers dash downstairs and outside to the henhouse.
“Whoa! I’ve never seen an Easter egg like that.” Jack races over to the hen sitting atop a red-colored egg trimmed with gold lines and swirls. The hen clucks and flaps her wings as Jack reaches under to take the egg.
“I’m going to show this to Mom and Dad!” Jack runs outside with the egg, slamming the screen of the henhouse behind him.
Still inside the henhouse, Freddy cracks up and thinks about his next trick.
“That’s not funny.” A voice squawks at him. Startled, Freddy looks around at the hens. To get away, Freddy tears away outside and sees Jack coming around from the side of the wooden house.
“April Fools!” Jack laughs at Freddy. “I did get up early, but I heard you leave so I looked outside my window and saw you carrying something red in your hands.”