I Cant Wait For Sunday School And I Just CANT Wait To See The Easter Bunny And Fry Up Some Of His Eggs… I Like It In An Omelette I Like It Scambled… I Like It Heated Twisted Parb-Roiled And Put In The Mush… Any Damn Way I Love My Eggs
"Shit!" Didre swore as the last bit of her lunch slipped from her fingers. Unlike most of the people in the Castle, she preferred to eat her lunch out in the fields. It was less of a trek. That also meant sometimes, the wind picked up her lunch, and flung it. Didre scrambled after the apple, not seeing the tall blond man her apple was rolling toward.