A Peeps Easter Tea Party

This is Matilda Peep.
This is Emma Peep.

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Setting: A sunny garden in west Georgia

The occasion: Sisters Matilda and Emma Peep are having tea

The reason: Easter preparations

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Matilda: I love this tea, Emma. What kind did you say it was again?

Emma: It's called "Chocolate Easter Egg Rooibos."

Matilda: Yummo, as Rachael Ray would say. I just love that show. Say, have you got a new Easter dress this year?

Emma: Well certainly I have. You don't think I'd let March go by without finding my dress, do you? Pass the sugar bowl, please.

Matilda: Aren't you supposed to be on that low sugar diet? And yes, there was that one time you wore the same old pink dress two years in a row.

Emma: This, from a woman who's still carrying a black pocketbook in April. And are you saying this outfit makes my butt look big?

Matilda: You're the one who was giving up sugar for Lent, not me. And Emma Peep, you know full well I can't begin using my new white pocketbook until Sunday. That would be tacky.

Emma: Speaking of tacky, where did you get that new hat?

Matilda: Excuse me?

Emma: You have to admit, it looks rather like there was an explosion at the ruffle factory, sister dear!

Matilda: Said the woman who thinks it's OK to wear beads on a hat before noon. Honestly, if the pastor falls into the altar flowers on Sunday morning, it's probably because he got blinded by all the bling on that hat.

Emma: You're just jealous that I found such a fashionable hat on my trip to Paris last month.

Matilda: Am not!

Emma: Are too! (Furiously, she pushes her teacup toward her sister, who is serving today.) More tea, PLEASE.

(SILENCE. The women sip tea for a few minutes without saying a word.)

Matilda: I'm sorry I made fun of your new hat, Sis. I'm sure it will be just lovely on Easter morning.

Emma: That's all right, dear. I'm sorry I made fun of your ruffles.

Matilda: Let's just let bygones be bygones. Let's not speak of this unpleasantness ever again.

Emma: No, never again! Not a Peep!

THE END