"4dq6d whvd9" read the message. Timothy scratched

"4dq6d whvd9" read the message. Timothy scratched his head. This was a wierd easter egg hunt and this clue most puzzling of all. He was missing four eggs for a baker's dozen

, which was what he needed to win the grand prize: an all expense paid trip to Easter Island. All of the sudden, he got it! The clue leading Tim to the 4 missing eggs took him up

to the top of Mount Kalamazoo. Up to the tiptop where the wompwoofers grew. Tim climbed and he climbed. He left all others behind. "The 4 missing eggs! They're mine, all mine!"

No looking back now. Tim had the eggs! He stuffed them safely into his backpack and headed down the "less traveled" side of Mt Kalamazoo. The wompwoofers could smell him. Chief

amongst his worries was that the eggs would hatch and he would be devoured before he could reach the containment facility. Who then would feed his pet chinchilla, Mr. Snuffles? How

could a chinchilla occupy his mind at a time like this? These vile and alien-sized eggs were due to hatch, but all he thought about was his furry and adorable chinchilla.

This did not sit well with his bald and hideous chinchilla. B&H decided it was time for all the furry and adorable chinchillas to meet the wood chipper. So it drew up some plans.

And meanwhile the chinchillas were suddenly transformed into cats. They fled the area and thus B&H were surprised to find coyotes there waiting to eat them alive. The chinchillas

never stood a chance. The coyotes feasted well that night and their howling could be heard well throughout the star kissed hills of Atlantis.

They howled because of the pain in their guts from their hastily devoured meal. I felt sorry for them and brought them some Pepto Bismol, but they chewed my arms off. Dumb hounds.