Egg Hunt redux

Alright rats, it's Easter, and it's time to see if the Easter Bunny hid any eggs in the yard.

Chocolate ones?

Gold ones?

Who knows!

 I found a black rock.

 I found a ball of merino yarn.

 There's a seashell in the forsytha.

 I found some ads...

Our basket is not exactly filling with chocolate.

Hey!

What do you have there, Chickie?

I have laid an egg at last! 

 Oh, my! That's a beauty!

Pure dark chocolate, with mini chocolate eggs inside.

I wonder what the rats will say when they realize that I said if the Easter Bunny left any eggs. I never said there actually were any...

Egg hunt

Well, guys, the lawn is mowed. All this yardwork is tiring! 

I'm hungry; let's have lunch.

How about omelettes? A nice, fluffy omelette sounds great. Fresh eggs, cheese, some ham in there...

 Hey! No eggs.

No eggs here, either!

We'll just have to steal some from the chicken.

Ooooh, omelettes for lunch with stolen eggs, even better.

There she is!

She's sitting on something!

Your eggs or your life, chickie!

Oh, my goodness! Help! thieves! Brigands!

What's this? A ball of yarn?

But of course it's a ball of yarn. Fine merino, in fact. You don't expect me to sit on an egg all day, do you? Seriously! Those things are hard as rocks. My poor tender bottom. Bruised black & blue! 

Not to mention if it cracks. Then you've got an awful mess in your nest, and this one is so perfectly situated under the cherry tree. I'd have to find a new spot near the apricot, and the view just isn't as good there. An egg. The idea! Goodness me, I switched to yarn ages ago. Socks are good too: folded socks. Or a stuffed animal. See? That's very comfy.

Hey! Cutitout! Get'eroffme!

I think there's peanut butter for sandwiches, Laars.

Yeah, let's go have sandwiches.