Sometimes our giving is less than pure. Recently there was a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. All sorts of eggs had been hidden – hard-boiled eggs, small chocolate eggs in foil wrappers, and plastic egg-shaped containers filled with jelly beans. But then there was one really large, golden, plastic egg-shaped container with a big chocolate bunny inside, the Treasure Egg!
Little Egbert was on the lookout for that Treasure Egg. He ran as fast as his legs could take him in hopes of finding that egg-shaped container with the chocolate bunny inside. He searched and he searched until he noticed something golden over beneath the root of a cottonwood tree. Could it be? Yes it could! It was the large, golden, plastic egg-shaped container, buried in the dirt so that you could see just a bit of the golden plastic; buried so deeply that little Egbert had to find a stick to dig the egg out of the ground. As he dug he did not notice how tarnished and dirty the gold plastic was.
If he had, he might have realized that this was the Treasure Egg that hadn’t been found at last year’s Easter egg hunt. Nor did he notice the crack in the plastic that had allowed water to seep inside, so that after being exposed to the melting summer heat, and then frozen during the winter, the bunny had changed into the shape of a walrus swimming in a pool of muddy water. Its ears had melted and frozen and become the walrus’ tail; and its feet had become tusks. That’s what little Egbert found when he opened that year-old plastic egg container, the most disgusting-looking piece of chocolate he could have imagined. It was so gross that he gave it to his sister. “Here, look what I got for you. Happy Easter!” -DJ
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