Ray had a great Easter. He probably hunted the most egges in his age group. In the early morning, he went to the first of his two hunts with mom alone. Dad was gardening for this spring at home. After a good two hours sleep, I woke up and was ready for food. Dad called mom, but my patience couldn't last for her seven minutes back trip.
Dad need to find a way to deal with it. He figured that everybody should have a little bit joy of Easter, why not Tony. Now it is a perfect timing for Tony to have a little juice, which he never had before. When mom got home, I had about five small tea spoon Mango juice. My response to Mango juice made Dad so proud that he had to share it with mom by making a demonstration and also to show off how great his idea was.
While mom set up and breast fed me, it turned out dad made a trouble. I just couldn't take mom's milk rather than mango juice. I wanted to eat and I cried. Mom wanted to feed me and mom's milk was springing. If someday I turned out to be a great character, my determination had showed up this time. Eating choice was my right. Yeilding was definitely NO. It took more than an hour to calm me down.
That was just a little story of my first Easter.
