Carrot Easter Quotes

Q: What’s invisible and smells like carrots? A: Easter Bunny farts.

Deciding she'd earned a snack break, Mae moved over to the refreshments table. She slowly walked along it, taking mental inventory: a whole sliced ham, its edges dark and shiny. A colorful macaroni salad speckled with chunks of tomatoes, bell peppers, celery, and carrots in a creamy dressing. Deviled eggs loaded with filling and a healthy shake of paprika. Chunky potato salad a deep shade of golden yellow. Seeing it plucked a string in her chest. Her dad, who considered himself a potato salad connoisseur, said a sign of a good potato salad was what color it was. If it's white, it ain't right, he used to say. She loaded her plate with a little of everything--- and an extra-large scoop of potato salad. Mae brought a forkful to her mouth, tasting a sharp zing of mustard and sweet pickle relish. It was creamy, tangy, and so much better than the pale, bland potato salad Madison's mom made every Easter.

Once my mommy took me to the mall to see the Easter Bunny,” Bertram explained, recalling the painful memory. “I sat on his moth-eaten suit and stared into his red, glowing eyes. Then he made that horrible bunny face!” Bertram contorted his face so that he resembled a bunny, with only his two front teeth showing. He snorted and pretended to chomp on an invisible carrot. “Long story short, I wet myself.…” His voice cracked. “And the Easter Bunny.