NOW I'M JADED ☆ eggs on spoons

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Easter. It was an interesting holiday, and one that had different meanings to everyone, depending on who you asked. Some considered it to be a religious event, while some instead considered it to be simply a family holiday. One that was filled with images of one large rabbit, hopping around and leaving little treats for children. The most prominent motif that ran throughout the entire holiday was that of eggs, and their significance. Both as prizes to be chased after, and as colorful food to be devoured. In this particular case, Michael was using them more as a prop, than anything.

For the first of three holiday events that the dealer had planned out, he had decided to host a little competition. One meant to bring a bit of joy to everyone, and one that was thankfully pretty easy to set up – unlike the other two. In fact, the only supplies he had to gather were a shitload of eggs, a bunch of spoons, and some wooden stakes to stick into the beach. He had tied a blue ribbon between the two stakes, in order to signify that it was the "finish line," of sorts. Then, he had set up a bunch of spoons, carefully balancing the eggs in side of them and setting them up in a row near the starting line. As he worked, the male could already feel several interested pairs of eyes on him, wondering what he was up to. He just offered them calm smiles before he was done setting up, gaze gleaming with mischief before he finally stepped back.

Turning to face those that had been watching, the thief announced with a broad grin, "Hey, everybody! I'm hosting a few events to celebrate Easter this year, and this is the first one of them! It's pretty simple – it's a race. The first one to get to that goalpost—" He gestured a paw towards the finish line, a pleased hum leaving him, "—Wins first place, and bragging rights. However, there's a bit of a twist. See these spoons here? The ones with the eggs? Yeah, you have to be carrying one of those in your mouth when you cross the finish line. If you drop your spoon and your egg breaks? You have to go all the way back to the start to pick up a new one. Pretty simple, eh?" It was simple, but he figured it would be pretty fun. Not only that, but it would get everyone plenty of exercise before they gorged themselves on Easter candy.

( shhh just pretend this was posted on april 3rd and not april 4th )

— Reggan