The Easter Egg.

“Jenny! I’ve got a present for you!”
I was up in my bedroom, listening to music, and Mum had gone shopping. What sort of surprise would she have brought me at the supermarket?
I sprinted downstairs where Mum was in the kitchen. She was grinning at me, and holding out an Easter egg.
“Oooh! An Easter egg!” I squealed. “My first one of the year!”
“It’s not just an egg,” Mum smiled at me. “It has a bag of mini eggs inside as well.”
I looked. “Mmm…” I drooled. “All those eggs. And they’re all for me.”
Mum’s lips trembled.
“Aww, Mum, I’m kidding,” I grinned.
Mum smiled widely. “Good. Then I get half the bag of mini eggs, plus one half of the Easter egg.
“Nooo!” I grabbed my egg, and went running back upstairs to my bedroom with it.
“Joking! I’m joking Jenny!” Mum shouted after me.

Later, Mum and I settled to watch “Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.” We weren’t sure which version to watch, so we decided to watch both the old film, and the new one. I went upstairs to get my egg to eat. I was going to eat the Easter egg during the first movie, and then the bag of mini eggs during the second film. The box was still on my bed where I’d dumped it earlier. I didn’t want to bring the box downstairs, just the egg and the bag. I opened the box, and reached inside for my Easter egg. As I pulled the egg out of the box, the egg felt as though it was vibrating slightly.
‘That’s funny,’ I thought to myself. ’Easter eggs don’t usually vibrate.’
As I stood there stupidly, holding the egg, the vibrating got more and more insistent. I was starting to get a little frightened. I put the egg down on my bed, and went over to shut my bedroom door. Then I turned back to my bed. And then I screamed.
The egg had split in half, and sat on my bed was a small bunny rabbit. But the rabbit was brown, the colour of chocolate. And it was sitting on my bed, staring at me.
“Jenny?” Mum had come into my room. “I thought you were only coming up here to get your egg. What were you screaming at?” And then Mum saw what I had screamed at, and she stood in silence, shocked.
“I didn’t realize there were chocolate rabbits inside Easter eggs now,” she said.
“No, Mum. Look closer at it,” I told her.
So Mum peered a bit closer at the rabbit. The whole time, the rabbit had been sat still, but as Mum got closer to the bed, it jumped from one side of the bed, to the other. Now it was Mum’s turn to scream.
“What are we going to do with it?” She asked.
“Well, we can’t eat it,” I replied. “It’s alive.”
“It can’t be any different from eating a real rabbit.”
“No. We can’t eat it. It’s special. It got hatched from an Easter egg.”
“Okay. Listen. I’ve still got the box that our new DVD player came in. I’ll line it with newspaper and we can keep your Easter bunny in that for now.”
I picked up the rabbit and followed Mum downstairs. Then I held the bunny, while Mum found the box and lined it with newspaper, then I popped the bunny inside.
“At least you’ve still got the egg to eat,” Mum said.
I cheered up at that thought. I went to get the egg, plus the bag of mini eggs as well. Then Mum and I ate the Easter egg, while we watched the original “Chocolate Factory” movie.
After the egg had been snaffled, I picked up the mini eggs to start on those. But it sounded as though there was a slight cheeping inside. Like a load of baby birds. I opened the bag and peered cautiously inside.
Inside the bag were a load of cheeping baby birds, all brown as chocolate as my Easter bunny.