By W. R. Jones
Easter at my house means tradition. Thus the easter egg hunt. Not at my house, of course, eggs are expensive. I got up very very early and went over the wall into the neighbor’s back yard. They have 5 kids. Thought I would save their kids from too much candy and help keep their cholesterol levels in check.
Happy Easter to me! Found a plastic egg with a $20 in it. I took the bill replaced it with $0.25, and carefully replaced the egg back in the grass. I think the child finding it should thank me for the larger number he will discover.
My biggest find was this egg displayed here just before I ate it. I’m hoping the emergency rooms are open on Easter. I’m in need of a diagnosis at to whether I have salmonella from a raw chocolate egg or if eating a 1lb egg in one setting is a little over the top for a man of my advanced years.
I am in need of professional (aggressive) legal advice as to whether or not I have a case against the neighbors for putting out an egg with no label giving the serving size.
Later on in the year I will send the neighbor children a short note asking them to cut my grass in appreciation for saving them from cavities and a stomach ache.