Hi, I'm the Easter Bunny of Frenchs Wasteland.
On so-called Good Friday, I revisited what used to be my home before those humans and their big machines came and destroyed it. Now there's hardly a tree in sight, not a blade of grass to eat, and all my old mates have gone. It broke my heart. I just hung around in the rubble under a new bridge they're putting up, wondering if the world has gone mad. Unless you're classified endangered, no bugger cares, so we rabbits and humans alike just got bulldozed out of the way to make room for something which was actually supposed to be in Dee Why anyway!
Above me was this monstrous cantilever-type thing, utterly dwarfing the slim, elegant, low-line bridge which has given excellent service for decades. My mates and I used to use it occasionally to go over to raid Forestway Shops. It's a lovely bridge. Why the new one needs to be so big and ugly beats me. The sides are metres-high steel mesh more suited to a concentration camp. What's that for?
But it was good to see that someone still has a sense of humour of sorts, despite the wanton devastation all around us. On the end of the new bridge section was painted its delivery address, "Forest SA.2". The delivery contractors must have understood what "SA.2" meant, because to use the description "Forest" is a sick joke.
I dread to think what things will be like next Easter. Apparently a lot of our human neighbours feel the same way. I hear on the rabbit-vine that the Council intends to make things even worse, and that my rellies over on the High School side of the road are in real danger.
Not much Easter joy, eh?
There aren't too many ways available for venting one's anger or frustration at some of the things happening in the world around us. One such escape valve is the good old Letter to the Editor, even if only a small proportion of them gets published. It is often well-nigh impossible to keep the discussion short enough for the newspapers. So rather that have them expire in some Editor's Trash bin, we'll preserve them for posterity here. Inevitably, though, some nuances will be lost for those unfamiliar with the background or the letter or article to which we are responding. But each is undoubtedly a miniature literary masterpiece, though you may find the themes become somewhat repetitive.