THE EGG HUNT
Granny said I could go on the Easter egg hunt before breakfast. I got so excited when I found a little nest on the table outside, I was yelling out, "Granny I have found one", come and have a look. They were cute and little.
Wow!, some more in the bird feeder, I hope the birds didn't eat any.
Under the flowers in the pot plant. I have so many, I can't count them all.
Gosh Granny, they certainly are not fussy where they put them. Fancy putting them in this old rock.
I thought I must have found every one, because it took me ages. I was about to go inside when I heard a bird fly off. I looked up and GUESS WHAT.....
I found a BIG red egg in the birds nest.
I asked Granny to explain how a bunny could put a big egg in a birds nest.
All she could say was "Magic."
Some how I don't get it!!!! Why did Easter bunny put the other eggs on the ground?
Oh well! I guess it must be magic.
Now I know; a chicken flew up there with it in his arms.
Granny doesn't know anything, it wasn't magic after all.
It certainly was not magic getting it down. Do you see all those sticks and things that dig in; and poke you in the eye. Well it was a dangerous job.
What a lot of eggs, I just had to taste one. May be two. Well I think I really need three.
I could sit under this bush and eat eggs all day.
Ooops. Never mind they were yummy.
Hmm... I'm thinking my tummy does not feel like breakfast at all. I will just tell Granny I'm slimming and I will skip breakfast today.
Now there is this thing that Granny says "We MUST share" well I haven't got Golly to share with, although Granny has heaps and heaps of bears to share with.
Let me see will there be one left for me at bed time.
Yes I think just One.... The Big One ...ha ha ha.
See you all next week.
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My thought for the day.
"What the caterpillar calls the end;
God calls a Butterfly."