I took a picture of the egg into my room and got started. "Glue, paper, scissors, and glitter" I said going over everything I needed. About 20 minutes later I was done and not going to be dead. I went to tell my dad his golden egg was here, but he was not in the house. "This is not good" A little voice in my head said to me. I made a dash for the door when my dad came in.
"Hey there dad the cleaners came by with your egg" I said trying to put on a smile once again.
"Oh well thank you" he took the egg with a puzzled look on his face.
"Is everything alright", I said reacting to his face. It felt like someone just push me into that pickle again. Maybe I was getting closer to the thief.
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The Golden Easter Egg
Short StoryI have decided to share a story I wrote as a little kid. This is directly taken from the paper, word for word. Hope you enjoy! This is basically about the easter bunny who lose her father's golden egg.
