Timmy and the Easter Egg (standard:other, 2365 words)
Author: Pitter Pat	Added: Apr 16 2003	Views/Reads: 3535/2137	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
An Easter story about an Easter egg, a lady, a farmer, and a little boy named Timmy.

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smiling eyes reached me, he picked me up and said, “You are such a 
special egg, your eyes glitter like you are real.” I tried to tell him 
I was real, but he couldn't hear me. He told me, “Tonight the Easter 
Bunny will hide you outside and tomorrow Timmy will find you and take 
you home and care for you.  He is the sunshine of my Mary's eyes; she 
has so many hopes and dreams for that special little boy. You keep an 
eye on him for her.” He carefully put me back on the freezer. I saw 
sadness in his face; I cannot understand what is making him sad. Is 
Timmy ill?  I don't know anything about an Easter Bunny or Timmy. How 
can I, a painted egg shell, take care of Timmy? So many unanswered 
questions without answers, I drifted off into a restless sleep. Perhaps 
the morning will bring answers. 

Soon an early morning breeze woke me. The brilliant yellow and orange
sun was starting to rise and push away the chill of the night.  Hey, I 
am no longer on the farmer's and the lady's freezer, I am outside 
sitting in some tall grass beside a huge oak tree. “How did I get 
here?” I said aloud, both surprised and worried. A fuzzy green 
caterpillar crawled near me then began to climb on my shell. “Hey, who 
are you and what are you doing? Be careful! I'm breakable you know.” 

“Oh hush up little fellow, you are ok.” said a squeaky little voice.
“The Easter Bunny hid you here in the night. There will be kids here 
soon looking for eggs like you. It's interesting, some of you guys are 
whole eggs of only one color, some are made of plastic, and some are 
painted like you, but you are the first one who has talked to me.” 

“You are an interesting creature too,” I said straining to see the fuzzy
creature crawling on me.  I've tried to talk to the farmer and the 
other eggs, but you are the only one who will talk back to me, why is 
that?” 

The fuzzy caterpillar started following the letters on my back,
“because, people can't hear you, only things that live in nature. You 
must be a very special egg to still be able to communicate with nature 
after you have your insides gone.” He crawled to the ground after 
completing the letter Y.  “Perhaps it's because they gave you a name, 
Timmy. Most eggs don't have a name you know.” 

“No, I didn't know that, what is to become of me now?” I asked as he
quickly started crawling away. 

“Quick, hide, he's about to find. If he does, it will mean big trouble
for you.” The caterpillar quickly disappeared down a sandy little hole. 


Wasn't I made to be found by Timmy? Why should I hide? Silly
caterpillar. I sat up as tall and straight as I could to make sure he 
would find me. 

“OH NO! DON'T!” A big fat raccoon has snatched me with his sharp teeth
and is carrying me off! “PUT ME DOWN! You aren't Timmy! OUCH, your 
teeth are scratching my paint! PUT ME DOWN!” 

“What?” asked the big raccoon sounding very annoyed. “You big baby. Hey,
wait a minute, eggs don't talk. Hang on you silly empty shell, I'm just 
putting you back with the other eggs, hollow eggs are useless to me. 
What happened to your insides? You looked big enough to make a really 
good breakfast” 

“I was a good breakfast. The pretty lady blew my insides out and made
the farmer the best omelet he has ever tasted. But please, take me back 
to where I was. I was put there for Timmy to find.” 

The raccoon started to run toward the duck house, “Eggs belong in the
duck yard, even talking hollow egg shells,” he said roughly. Entering 
the duck yard, he quickly dropped me beside the corner of the duck 
house and ran off shaking his head saying, “Hollow painted eggs don't 
talk, I have been working to hard.” 

Feeling sad I sat and waited.  The sun gradually was getting tall into
the sky and I was lost – Timmy would not find me here. I can feel 
teardrops forming in the corners of my painted eyes. I mustn't cry, I 
thought, I don't want to ruin my paint just incase someone finds me. 

Soon I heard the farmer's and the lady's children and grandchildren
arrived.  Much laughter and loud screeches of excitement can be heard 
coming the eggs are discovered, all the eggs but me.  I can't see, but 
am trying to imagine which voice was Timmy's. I have no idea if he is 
an older child or a younger child, all I know is he is a very special 
child. I hope he and the lady aren't to disappointed because they can't 
find me where the Easter Bunny left me. I sadly snuggled down in the 
grass and drifted off to sleep. Visions of Timmy's smiling face finding 
me filled my shell. 

I woke to children's voices and the sounds of wagon wheels squeaking. I
opened my eyes I quickly noticed it was almost dark. The children are 
coming to help to feed the ducks! Maybe, just maybe someone might find 
me and give me to Timmy. 

The farmer pulled a pretty red wagon close to the duck house. "Hang on
Timmy," he said as he carefully lifted a young boy out of the wagon. I 
finally get to see Timmy! My, he looks so frail. He has big shiny metal 
braces on both legs; they must be what make him so special. The farmer 
gave Timmy a big smile and sat him down in a grassy spot beside the 
duck house.  “Will you be ok here for a minute, Timmy? I need to get 
the sack of feed and take it over by the feeding area. Grandma will 
come and sit with you as soon as she finds a good egg to paint for you. 
The one she had made with your name on it was so pretty, I can't 
imagine where it went...” 

“It's ok Grandpa,” Timmy reassured him. “I'm sure we will find it. I
will be fine here. Would you try to get my big duck to come over here 
so I can feed her?” 

“Of course,” said the Farmer as he headed toward the group of ducks. 

"HEY! TIMMY! OVER HERE! OVER HERE TIMMY!”  Oh, I forgot, he can't hear
me. I adjusted myself to sit straight and tall in hopes Timmy would 
look my direction. Soon the farmer returned with Momma Duck! “HEY! 
MOMMA DUCK! OVER HERE!” 

Momma Duck took a little bit of corn from Timmy's small hand, then
waddled over to me. “Wow, you are beautiful, my big egg.” 

“Yes I am, Momma Duck, the farmer told me I am the most beautiful egg he
has ever seen and I made the best omelet he had ever tasted!” 

“I knew you would go far,” she said as she proudly flapped her wings.
“But if you were painted to be an Easter egg, what are you doing back 
here?” 

“A mean old raccoon carried me back here, Momma Duck. I was made to be
Timmy's special egg. See the deep purple writing on my back? It says 
Timmy. I wish he could find me. I dreamed a little while ago he did, 
and I finally got to see him, but he doesn't see me.” 

“I think I can fix that.” Momma Duck waddled over to Timmy and flapped
her wings and started quacking. She slowly came my direction, making 
sure to make his eyes were following her. She circled me quacking as 
loud as she could, and then sat down beside me. 

Timmy's face suddenly lit up with a huge smile as brilliant as the
morning's sun. He slowly tried to scoot toward me, but wasn't making 
any progress. Carefully, with much concentration, he pulled himself up 
on the side of the building. He stood very still for a moment, staring 
at me, and then slowly took one shaky step toward me. After a moment he 
took another step, then another, until he was standing by Momma Duck. 
He plopped down beside Momma Duck and carefully picked me up. His 
little fingers carefully turned me over and over examining every inch 
of me. 

“GRANDMA LOOK! TIMMY WALKED” yelled a little red-haired girl. The farmer
and lady came quickly to Timmy's side. “Are you ok? How did you get 
over here, did you really walk?” asked the excited farmer. The lady 
grabbed Timmy and began to give him a huge hug. 

“No, Grandma, don't squish my egg!” he said in a frantic voice. “I had
to walk to get to my Easter egg.” 

“Your egg?” said the farmer and the lady at the same time. 

Timmy proudly opened his little hands and showed me to them. “It is the
most beautiful egg I've ever seen, and it even has my name on it!” 

Tears started sliding down the lady's cheeks as she asked, “did you read
the message inside the egg, Timmy?” 

Timmy nodded his head no, quickly turned me upside down, and very
carefully pulled the small purple paper from me. Timmy unrolled the 
paper and slowly read, “Never give up, always reach for your dreams.”  
Timmy quickly gave his grandma a big hug. "Two of my dreams have come 
true today,” he said. 

“Two?” questioned the farmer. 

“I found my Easter egg, and I walked! Grandma, Grandpa, for the first
time ever I walked!” 

What a glorious Easter day this is. My dream came true too, I found my
Timmy. 


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