The plastic Easter egg seemed like as good

The plastic Easter egg seemed like as good a place as any to hide the power of creation. He couldn't take it into the crack house with him, could he? He tucked it into a hole in

The pavement, but it's pink ovoid form was too obvious. Next he tried burying the egg in the overgrown yard. But still its lavender surface begged to be noticed

was how her head was narrating the Easter Egg Hunt. She was only three but far more intriguing and intelligent that all the residents combined in this mud hole municipality in

the sky. Laputa indeed! If only some wayward traveler would come and save her from this wretched place! But she was only three, how could she ever hope to

ever escape these hills. It is bad enough to be a well seasoned experienced hillbilly, but for a small child, it is a very rude awakening. The chances that Laputa well ever see

catch some zzs before the dj party at club little monster. People were put off guard by the tiny, disabled bouncer, but ther listened when he would

speak in tongues not their own. That freaked them out enough to behave. The djs were playing chilling music for the mostly undead crowd. Only a few zombies were there

at this time of night as they were drawn to the smell of brains coming from the nearby

Mensa meeting. This particular clan had developed a more refined palate and preferred only the finest gray matter. That night they feasted on scientists. Politicians remained safe.