The Easter Dog
The mist rose off the ground and the birds sung joyful songs. I bolted upright when I remembered the day. I ran to the window and saw a mouthwatering golden egg reflecting in the morning sun sitting in a branch of the old wattle tree. The sight on my old dog’s face was one of happiness and glee as I bolted out into the yard. My parents stood inside and with hands wrapped around mugs of coffee watched my in my efforts, but I could not find the egg. I turned around to my mum and I saw my dog with the egg in his teeth.