They Made Me Sound Crazy To the Neighbors

I died some eggs for Easter to celebrate the season. How was I to know what would happen when, I’d leave them. Upon the counter top they sat, drying for awhile. When I returned, they’d come to life; giggly, jiggly, wiggly cartoons met my eyes. They were having a conversation; talking all at once; Sarcastic egg pointed me out as the one who’d boiled them! Screaming ensued that brought the neighbors; now...silence.
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March 30, 2019 at 6:31 AM
Used to do this as kids.. not done it for a long long time lol
Kiser Avatar
April 1, 2019 at 4:08 AM
It's still fun...thanks.
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March 30, 2019 at 4:30 AM
That dhrammed sarcastic egg! Love the pun "died-dyed" Ha! Wonderfully done, my friend. I want a sequel please.
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April 1, 2019 at 4:08 AM
I will see what I can do...thanks.
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