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It was a dazzling Easter morning in Willow Grove, where the flowers practically wore sunglasses and the squirrels organized impromptu dance battles to celebrate the season. Hops McFluffle, the illustrious Easter Bunny with an impressive set of ears and an even more impressive collection of bow ties, had spent the entire night hiding colorful candy-filled eggs for the town’s children.

But this year, Hops had decided to "enhance his creativity" with a special herbal tea recommended by his chillest friend, Terry the Tortoise. "It’s made from relaxing greens, my dude," Terry had mumbled, eyes half-closed. "Totally natural, super mellow vibes."

Hops felt spectacularly mellow—maybe too mellow.

When the morning sun tickled his whiskers awake, Hops hopped outside, eager to bask in the glory of his Easter masterpiece. But there was just one teeny, tiny problem: he couldn’t remember where he’d hidden a single egg. Not one. His mind was emptier than an Easter basket on Monday.

Panic ensued.

Hops zoomed across Willow Grove like a fuzzball tornado. He checked under bushes, behind trees, inside mailboxes, and even interrogated a very confused garden gnome named Carl. "Did you see me last night? Did I hide anything around here?" Carl, as usual, remained stone-faced.

Hops found eggs in the most ridiculous places. One was balanced precariously on a weathervane spinning wildly in the breeze. Another was tucked inside his own refrigerator (next to a suspiciously empty carrot cake tin). He even discovered an egg duct-taped to the back of a turtle—Terry the Tortoise, who simply blinked slowly and said, "Whoa, I was wondering why my shell felt extra heavy."

Desperate, Hops enlisted the help of Millie the Mouse, the town’s unofficial detective. "Hops," she squeaked, sniffing the air dramatically, "did you, by any chance, overdo it on the ‘relaxing greens’?"

"Nooo… well, maybe a little. Okay, yes. Yes, I did."

With Millie’s sharp mind and Hops’ frantic energy, they turned the hunt into an adventure. Eggs were found floating in bird baths, hidden inside a loaf of bread, and—somehow—glued to the ceiling of Hops' burrow. Don’t even ask about that one.

In the end, the children declared it the best Easter egg hunt ever. They never knew if an egg might fall from a tree or be discovered mid-sandwich. And Hops learned an important lesson: next year, he’d skip the herbal tea—or at least stick to just one cup.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hops flopped onto his favorite beanbag and sighed, "You know, it was the most unforgettable Easter… even if I can’t remember parts of it."

Carl the garden gnome still said nothing.