On Easter Sunday, I received a chocolaty, scrumptious Easter egg. It was
pure chocolate with a hollow centre, and came in a cardboard basket.
Although the feel of the shiny, but bumpy feel was right in front of my
eyes (In fact, right in my hands) I was told that I wouldn't be able to eat it
until after dinner.
So . . . I waited, and waited, and waited, and finally came the time to
eat the delicious egg! Sprinting, I rushed into the front room to destroy the
lovely Easter egg.
Happy thoughts awaited me, but I couldn't find the egg . . .
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