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Easter Egg Hunt Guest The twins plus one unhooked their car seat buckles and hurried out of the minivan. They bounced around the corner and into the fenced in church yard. It was Easter Sunday and the Easter Egg Hunt was already in progress. Typical of the children’s personalities, the boys let no sand settle under their feet. They zoomed around the playground hunting for the plastic candy filled eggs, while their sister admired the pretty brunch tables set up on the lawn. Alice, Andrew and Alex met up at the playground equipment. They were making short work of all of the eggs left hiding there, when something strange caught Alice’s eye. She stopped and stared up on the fence ledge. “Look at the squirrel! He’s got something,” she yelled at her brothers. Andrew and Alex stopped briefly, looked over at the fence and spied the squirrel sitting on the fence with his paws full; he was definitely chewing on something. The kids all started creeping closer to the fence. Curiosity had them. They had to know what the squirrel had. All three children turned in unison, ran and yelled to their parents, “That squirrel has one of the Easter eggs.” The camera changed its subject as parents started taking pictures of the squirrel and the bright red Easter egg. The squirrel soon realized he was the center of attention, and scurried up the nearest pine tree. It took him three tries, but he made it up to a branch with his prize. He chewed, pawed, gnawed and finally managed to have a jelly bean or two before he dropped the plastic egg shell to the ground. Alice swooped in and collected that Easter egg. She was so proud of her most unusual find. She still keeps the egg in her china cabinet today. 300 words |