Gus and Trudy Spend Easter With The Pixies

Gus and Trudy usually saved Easter morning to share with the Easter Bunny. Usually EB was so tired from his all night basket delivering that he needed some resting time with Gus and Trudy. This year was different. This year EB was going directly home after his basket delivering. Gus and Trudy were, as ever, very polite and never questioned why. They just extended the invitation for next year. EB readily accepted.
However, this left Gus and Trudy at a loss as to what to do Easter morning. Gus voted for staying extra long in bed. But, then again, Gus always wanted to stay exa long in bed.
Trudy felt that they should offer a cheery breakfast to some poor souls who never were invited anywhere.
Even before she had hooted out the words, Gus was stomping his foot and yelling,"There's a reason why they are not invited anywhere....they are pesky!"
Trudy looked down her sharp beak at Gus. "If creatures were invited places only on the basis of their pleasantness, I would say that you would be home a great deal."
Gus thought about it for a minute. When Trudy was right, he was right.
So the plans were made and the Pixies were invited over for Easter morning. Gus was on the watch for the start of any pixie wildness. If you let them start their wildness it gets out of hand, he thought darkly.
Trudy was the perfect hostess. She kept the pixies in line and they all had a very pleasant morning. When the breakfast was done and all the dishes washed and out away and the last pixie was out the front door, Gus breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Finally, all was calm and quiet in TE little garden on Bloomfield Avenue.

Spring Again 2013

"Gus! Gus! This is going to be the best spring ever!" Poor Gus rolled over and looked out the top window of the Winter Burrow. It looked like Spring had come again to Bloomfield Avenue. But why was trudy making all of that racket? "Gus, did you hear me? This is going to be the best spring. Ever." "I did hear you Trudy. I heard you the first, second, and third times that you called my name." "But Gus, if you heard me then why aren't ou getting up and getting dresses? Didn't you hear me say that this was going. to. be. the. best spring. ever.?" Trusy said each word very carefully. Gus just snuggled further under the covers. It might be spring on the calendar, but it was not spring to Gus until the sun shined for an entire day and the temperature eas above 50 degrees. "I heard everyoone in the house talking about redoing the garden this spring. I think that is why this is going to be the best Spring ever," Trudy hooted," new dirt for the beds, a new fence with proper gates, and pea gravel to cover all the crab grass. And Gus, a new house for us!" All of a sudden in a whirl and a flash, Gus was up and unning around the house in a very ungnome like fashion. He was muttering about his encils and paper and drawing up plans or the new house. Gus had wanted a new house for such a very long time. Trudy stopped in front of Gus," Sit down Gus. I will bring you your things, and a hot cup of tea." Gus sat in his thinking spot and lit his candle. True to her word, Trudy brought him his drawing materials, a big cup of hot tea, and a hot biscuit. Gus thanked her and began to work on his plans. Trudy nestled on her perch and hooted. This was going to be the best spring. Ever.