Where is Miss Charlotte? Why, she’s just now waking up, but any minute is going to enter the scene and have her breakfast. She’s saved the most beautiful candy egg in her Easter basket for last, fantasizing all the while about what kind of tasty “mystery filling” it may hold. (Flavored cream? A marshmallow chick? Swedish fish? A chocolate mouse?) The bunny knows, and so do I, but we don’t want to spoil the surprise. (Stay tuned.)
Meanwhile, I hope all of you reading this have a wonderful day today—filled with only the nicest surprises!
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