Ring! Ring!“Hello.”
“Parson, this is Cynthia. Have you heard what’s happening down at the recreation center on Saturday?”
“No, Cynthia, I haven’t; what’s happening?”
“Can you believe it? They’re having an Easter egg hunt the same time as the one we’re having at the church.”
“Are they really?”
“Yes, they are. “
The parson paused as he tried to discern the reason for this call.”
“Parson, are you there?”
“I’m here, Cynthia. When did they decide to have an Easter egg hunt?”
The parson could hear Cynthia’s intake of breath. “I don’t know when they decided it, but this is too much. They’re even going to drop some of the eggs out of a helicopter. Out of a helicopter, can you believe that?”
“Well, I guess the kids will think it’s great,” the parson suggested.
Again the parson heard Cynthia take a deep breath as prelude to her next statement. “Look, parson, I’m getting tired of this. Our church is the one that started Easter egg hunts in this county. There weren’t any until we started doing it. And then two years ago those other churches started their own Easter egg hunts. That was bad enough, but now we have to compete with helicopters.”
“Cynthia, Cynthia,” the parson said, “calm down. We’re not in competition with anybody for Easter egg hunts.”
“We’re not?”
“No, we’re not.”
“Then why have we been doing them?”
“I thought we were doing them for the kids.”
“For the kids?” There was a pause. “Look, parson, we’re probably not going to have a lot of children there if they’re dropping the eggs from a helicopter. What are we going to do?”
“Maybe we should make plans to take the children to the rec center next year instead of having a hunt ourselves.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“Cynthia, I told you. This is for the children, not us.”
The parson heard a moan precede Cynthia’s last comment. “I’ll talk to you about this later, parson, when I calm down. Sometimes I just don’t think you get it.”
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