The Last Little Easter Egg

Here follows the drama of Frederick, the last little Easter Egg:

Frederick lived for most of the year in a land called Carton. He was very happy in Carton, becuase he had his own little home and he was surrounded by other eggs who were very much like him. They were a very undemanding little group of eggs, and lived in complete satisfaction. They were never bothered and never troubled to bother anyone else. For you see, these were no ordinary little eggs; these eggs had been hand selected by the great Easter Bunny himself to be decorated by the little children of the house in celebration of Easter. When the little eggs had been told that they were the selected Easter Eggs, they had been very excited, but none more than Frederick. For his whole life he had wanted and dreamed of becoming an Easter Egg, and now at last it was coming true!

Finally the great day arrived, it was Easter and time for the little children to decorate the eggs. Frederick was very excited as he was placed with all of the other eggs on the table to be painted. He looked around him and saw the most wonderful site: he was surrounded by so many wonderful colors, and as he sat staring around him at the amazing rainbow, he wondered what color he would be painted. Perhaps a deep robin's egg blue, he mused, or a cheerful yellow, or maybe even, and here his heart fluttered, a beautiful tulip red! Oh the possibilities! How would he ever manage to sit still long enough for the children to get their aprons on?

Finally the children were ready to begin painting, and butterflies began dancing in Frederick's stomach as a small hand desended towards him. He almost jumped off the table as he stretched towards the hand, knowing that it was him it was reaching for. However, instead of curling around Frederick the little hand instead picked up his neighbor, Jenny. Frederick sighed sadly as he watched Jenny's excited smile dissapear above him. No matter he told himself, there were more children. And it seemed that just as he thought this another dewey little hand decended towards him. Again Frederick leaned towards it with all of his might, his little heart fluttering madly in anticipation, but again the soft, little fingers curled around another egg.

Over and over again Frederick watched the little hands descend on the group of eggs, and over and over again Frederick was passed over for another egg. After a while Frederick stopped leaning towards the fingers, and eventually he even stopped watching to see who was picked up. Frederick had been passed over so many times, that he was beginning to lose hope that he would ever be painted. Indeed as many of his friends returned, brightly painted and very happy, Frederick began to think he was lost in a sea of color, one where he would surely be missed and passed over...never to be painted. What a horrible fate for an Easter Egg!

Time went slowly by, and still Frederick was not painted. Soon he was the only egg left who remained white and he bagan to despair of ever getting painted. The children were getting tired and began to fuss and Frederick feared that they would leave him alone on the table.

Slowly the children began to finish their last egg and to leave until there was only one little girl left. Frederick glanced glumly up at her as she painted her egg. He recognized her as the little girl who had painted Jenny, and he had to admit that Jenny was now the prettiest egg in the bunch. Oh how Frederick had wished to be painted by her, and now she too would leave.

Eventually the little girl did get done with her egg, and as she carefully set it down she propped her elbows on the table and sighed dreamily down on the colorful little eggs. How gorgeous they all were! But wait. There was still one little egg that had not been painted! Carefully she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the little egg.

How Frederick jumped with shock when he felt the little girl's fingers curl around him! He had been looking the other direction, trying to hide his tears and had not seen the little hand reaching for him. At last he was going to be painted! Frederick almost sang with Joy as the little girl carefully applied her brush to his shell. The little girl took a very long time painting him but Frederick didn't mind, becuase he knew that the little girl was doing her very best to make Frederick look gorgeous.

Finally Frederick was completely painted and returned to his home with the rest of the Easter Eggs to await the Easter Bunny. Frederick was so very happy and filled with the Easter Spirit that he shone more brightly than any of the other eggs and many of the little children oohed and awed over him until he thought he would bust with pride at the little girls painting. However none of the little children, or even Frederick himself were more happy than the little girl; for she had gotten to paint the last little Easter Egg.