Down in a burrow near the bushes at Ashmere Primary School, there lived a bunny. But not a normal bunny. The Easter Bunny.

He was discovered by two girls who attended this school, named Cathrina and Yvonne. Their school and the world was in danger of not remembering a very important time of year. They were busily building sandcastles in the sandpit when they realized that there was a small, fuzzy ear poking out of the hole nearby.

Now, let's start from the beginning.

One day, two girls called Cathrina and Yvonne woke up for a new week of school. There was one thing these two girls both dreaded- it was Monday. They drooped down the stairs, groaning 'Monday'. They ate their cereal, groaning, 'Monday'. And when they reached the school gates, you guessed it, they groaned 'Monday'. And, no, they were not the only ones groaning 'Monday'. By the time the WHOLE SCHOOL reached the assembly hall, you could hear each and every one of them groaning 'Monday'. The head teacher, Mr Jackson, nodded along with them. '' Yes! That's right kids! Today IS Monday! Hooray! Another school day!'' he screeched into the microphone he held in his bony hands. Forgetting to turn it off, the children were able to hear him mutter, '' I tell so many lies,''. Then, when he eventually noticed that his voice was still echoing around the dark school hall, he laughed and shouted,

'' Naughty Mrs Bewley!''. A bright- red Mrs Bewley sat upwards on her cushioned chair and laughed along with the sarcastic head teacher.

Yvonne and Cathrina wriggled uncomfortably on the squeaky, dusty floorboards that made up the assembly hall. '' Get me ouuuuuuuuut of here, Cathrina. I just want to go out to breaaaak,'' moaned Yvonne, flopping her hands about and fiddling with some Blu- Tak.

'' Sorry, Yvonne. I'm not the head. If I were, I would buy a wig,'' giggled Cathrina, high- fiving Yvonne and staring at Mr Jackson's bald, shiny head.

When assembly was over, Cathrina and Yvonne went into their cloakroom to grab their coats, but were stopped in their paths by a girl called Annabelle. '' Hey there, girls!'' she smiled in a very fake way, flicking her hair,'' I heard your little convo about Mr Jackson. And it's totally true! He is one of your relatives!'' she smirked. Cathrina and Yvonne stood there, puzzled. ''Err.. because you're bald! Hahahahahahahaahahaahahahhahahahahaha!'' Anabelle stood there, laughing her head off for what seemed like days, but was really for only two minutes. The pair of girls walked off, Yvonne muttering ''Whatever,'' under her breath.

As the two girls set off out onto the playground, they couldn't help but notice the bitterness on most children's faces. This was unusual for the school- usually [even on a Monday] everyone would be bouncing around and having fun on the swings or hanging off the monkey bars. Cathrina twisted her hair around her finger continuously, trying to figure out what was going on. There was silence in the playground until Cathrina and Yvonne's friend Macie came over and told them what was wrong.

''All of our parent's memories have been wiped!'' sulked Macie, frowning, ''They have all forgotten about Easter and the chocolate eggs, and the holidays!''. Yvonne had her mouth open in shame of herself. Even SHE had forgotten it was Easter! Cathrina just stood there, looking glum. Her birthday was coming around, and that could mean that she could forget it too!

'' We must find out who has done this,'' glared Yvonne through gritted teeth, '' even if it's the last thing I do!''.

After a long school day filled with algebra and biography writing, Yvonne and Cathrina made their way back home through the blue gates that made up Ashmere Primary School. As they were neighbours, the pair both asked their parents if they could go out to the park to do some birdwatching. Yvonne brought her Book of Birds, and Cathrina brought her binoculars, and the two set off into the park. This is what they would usually do when they wanted some peace away from the real world. Sometimes, they would think that their only friends were the birds and each other.