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Happy April Easter Fools Day!

Easter Sunday is April 1!

AKA April Fool's Day

That means "Easter Bunnies" in many places are thinking up some silly pranks to pull.  Not sure what will go down in our house, for sure, but here are some doodles your bunny might use at your house!










Hoppy Easter, everybunny!

Kristen

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