Egg: A Life
I am an egg.
I wonder if I will be dyed.
I hear a voice say, “Dye the eggs!”
I see a mixing bowl
I want my mommy
I am terrified
I pretend to be rotten
I feel a hand pick me up
I touch the vinegar
I understand I have to make kids happy
I say, “I’m Blue!”
I dream of being eaten by boys
