Hello again, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest,

spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This hopping tale story club members might make you stay off the Bunny Trail forever.

It's one I call, Here Comes Evil Rotten Tale.

Here comes Evil Rotten Tale, stalking down the Bunny Trail, hippety hoppity beasters on his way.

Would you shut up, Bradley? I said, getting seriously irritated after hearing my friends

seeing that tune for the umpteenth time.

Don't you know that Rotten Tail punishes all of the bad children on Easter, Renee?

He's like the crampus of the holiday.

Rotten Tail's just a legend, ding-dong.

He's not real.

Hey, all legends have some basis, in fact.

Your brain has seriously turned to the cream and a Cadbury egg, Bradley.

Shut up.

Um, you've been particularly bad, Renee.

One, two, rotten tales coming for you. Three, four,

better bolt your door. Stop trying to freak me out. But Rottenale knows that you stole the

answers to Mrs. Wynn's math test and cheated. He knows about the time you took the Twinkies out of Gail McMillan's

lunchbox. He knows about the time you tripped Jim Bob Brigham playing soccer at recess and

broke his nose. Yeah, but I never got caught for any of it, so it like never happened.

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