Dentist Numbs Bunny
Early Easter morning, the dentist had her reasons for injecting Novocain into all four of the Easter Bunny’s feet. He flopped instead of hopped. He tried and tried to move forward with his baskets. He was determined not to upset millions of children, but he always landed with a splat on his side. Poor frustrated bunny!
When the dentist's kids awoke and found no candy-laden baskets, she secretly savored their disappointment. She pretended to be disappointed, too, soothing, "My poor moppets. Who could forget such precious children as you?" Like a small but significant number of dentists and surgeons, she was a sadist. (I have personal experience with a sadistic dentist. He refused my sister anesthetic while he filled several of her teeth on the pretext that he did it because she didn't brush. He then came to the waiting room and bragged to my mother that he did it, adding, "When my kids don't brush their teeth, I brush them for them. You'd better believe they always do it themselves after that experience." He probably brushed their gums raw. You can bet your bottom dollar that my mom never took my sister back to that dentist.) She especially enjoyed knowing that her kids’ sadness was echoed and multiplied worldwide.
If caught, she planned to say, “Easter candy sitting in a rabbit hole does not cause cavities. This is good for everyone. I didn’t even really hurt the rabbit.”
She knew how to be really, really bad and look really, really good.