Those eggs must be special. Kids hunted for them every year.
“Mom, I want to go on the egg hunt, Molly said.
“Absolutely not. You know humans are afraid of us. If they see you, we’re all in grave danger.”
“I said no. Now go to your room. We’ll go out later and get you something.
“Fine.” She stormed out.
Later they went out, but Molly found nothing.
The next morning she looked out the window, and there it was. Bright pink, shining in the sunlight. Elated, she ran and grabbed it. Her egg.
This flash fiction piece is inspired by Carrot Ranch’s March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!
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