Dividing the Easter Eggs
I want the pink one, the orange one, and the lavender one too.
Okay, agreed big brother. Then I shall dye the yellow, green and blue.
But she was a changeable mind girl, his sister, Serendipity Sue.
Can I also have the blue one? She asked her brother Brice.
Sure, he said handing it over. This is nothing like our Savior;s sacrifice.
His parents were silent, watching to see what she would do.
Without another word, she handed Brice the egg, blue.
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