Once there was a father Easter hare and a mother Easter hare, who had seven children, and they didn’t know which of them was to become the Easter hare. Then the mother Easter hare took a basket with seven eggs, and the father Easter hare called the seven children and spoke to the eldest. “Take an egg out of the basket and carry it to the garden by the house where the many children live.”
The oldest hare took the golden egg, carried it through the wood and over the stream, came out of the forest, hopped across the meadow, and came to the garden of the house. There he wanted to jump over the gate, made one leap which was much too large and mighty, and the egg fell and broke. He was not the true Easter Hare.
Now the second one had his turn. He took the silver egg, carried it through the wood and over the stream, came out of the forest, and hopped across the meadow. There the magpie called, “Give the egg to me, and I’ll give you a coin.” Before the hare saw what was happening, the magpie had taken the silver egg into her nest. He was also not the true Easter hare.
Now it was the third one’s turn. This one took the chocolate egg, carried it through the wood and over the stream, and came out of the forest. Just then the squirrel came running down from the tall fir tree, opened his eyes wide and asked, “Does it taste good?” “I don’t know, I want to bring it to the children” ” Oh just let me taste it!” The squirrel licked it and because it tasted so good, the rabbit licked and tasted it with him, until the whole egg was eaten up. When the third hare came home, his mother pulled at his whiskers, which were still covered with chocolate, and said, “You are also not the true Easter hare”.
Now it was the fourth one’s turn. The fourth one took the speckled egg. With this egg he ran through the wood and came to the stream. As he was running across the stream on a tree trunk, he stopped in the middle and looked into the stream as if in a mirror. As he stared at himself, the egg fell helter-skelter into the water. He was also not the true Easter hare.
Now it was the fifth one’s turn. The fifth one took the yellow egg. He ran through the wood, and before he came to the stream, he met the fox, who said, “Oh, come home with me into my cave and show the lovely egg to my children”. The little fox children began to play with the egg, when it hit a stone and was broken. The hare ran quickly to his house, with his ears hanging down. He was also not the true Easter hare.
Now it was the sixth one’s turn. The six one took the red egg. With the red egg he ran through the woods. Along the way he met another hare. Then he laid his egg on the path and began to wrestle with the other hare. They just went plop-plop with their paws. Finally the other hare run away. When the sixth one searched for his egg, he found it broken into tiny bits. He was also not the true Easter hare.
Now it was the turn of the seventh one, the youngest and smallest hare. He took the blue egg. With it, he ran trough the woods. Along the way he met another hare. He ran past him and went on. Then came the fox and our hare made a few long leaps and went further. He came to the stream and with a couple of hops, he jumped across the tree trunk. The squirrel came, but he kept running and came to the meadow. When the magpie shouted, he just called, “I must keep going, I must keep going!” Finally he came to the garden of the house. The gate was closed. He made a great leap, not too big and not too small, and laid the egg in a nest which the children had made for it. He was the true Easter hare.