Relatively Minor
Laughter does not have to come from a major source. It could indeed be ... relatively minor.
The faithful were hopping with excitement as they lined the perimeter of the grassy field in Winterset on Easter weekend. They came to pay homage to the Almighty blessed with long ears and a bushy tail, who rose before dawn to scatter 10,000 colorful eggs amongst the blades of grass. Kids aged 0 to 9, some learning to walk, stood amongst others who could run swiftly. They were egg-cited and their baskets were empty, in anticipation of the start just before noon.
Mathematically speaking, 10,000 divided by a dozen means 833 chickens would have crossed the road. But why did the chickens cross the road? We all know the famous answer to this question – to reach the other side. Nevertheless, over the weekend, the chicks were responsible for supplying jelly beans and other sugary treats to satisfy the hungry crowd.
During my childhood, I too was a follower. Easter was an egg-cellent time. In the past, eggs were hidden under trees, in bushes, or elsewhere, and I could never find any for my basket. These days, it is easier for kids to participate. No need to worry, Chicken Little – the sky is not falling. The wild blue yonder is filled with colorful ovals on their way back to earth, falling into the grassland, hidden in plain sight. Nothing compares to the egg-citement of freewheeling youngsters traversing the grass with reckless abandon in search of tiny gifts and marshmallow bunnies.
“Ready, set... go!”
The legion of scavengers scoured the grassy field for treasure. In no time, they struck gold and filled their baskets to the brim. Satisfied with their success, they counted their bounty and reveled in their victory.
Alas, Easter is over for another year … or is it? The other day, I uncovered a few gray hares...
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Andrea, you were far more fortunate than I was at a young age. I was never able to find any of the eggs scattered throughout the local park in our town. Maybe the search area was too wide and the eggs to small to find. Kids now days just have to be swift on their feet to gather as many as they can. My how times have changed! :)
I remember as a kid, finding colorful Easter eggs in the yard weeks after Easter. One year we even found one in the house!