Posts tagged Holidays
Eggs, Needles and Death

Whenever I see a little, brightly coloured egg hidden almost out of sight in a park or garden so a kid can find it, I begin to wonder what sort of bird lays an egg like that.  Or what comes out of it.  Never mind picturing the bewitching cuckoo beast that leaves trails of unborn young out in the world, for children to follow.  Possibly into the woods.  Nothing good ever comes from going into The Woods.  It’s the same as The Moors, The Cave or That Old Hospital. 

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