MECT JOINS IN ON TRADITION

It was clear humans liked these eggs at this time. and the children were dressed like it was Halloween. mect watched as a mom and daughter were bonding and catching up. mect had taken note that the daughter did not stay by her moms house so they were talking none stop, cooking, and painting eggs together. some were very extravagant and pretty. he waited patiently like a crocodile waiting for hes moment to strike and it came. they both had gone through to the cooking area. chatting away in Swedish. mect conjured up eggs of hes own, only two. they plopped out with a life of their own. he painted them nicely so they fitted right in.

once done he zipped them into the dish the ladies had filled with them. by the time the two ladies came back mect had found hes way out the window into the next apartment. They also had eggs and he planted them there as well. Before leaving. it seemed like nothing was changing. Mect observed these ladies for that night and the next but nothing. some of hes eggs had now resorted to vibrating when only the woman would see or hear It seemed that no amount of inviting sin would work.

When mect finally came across hes answer while hiding in a pot plant out side a coffee bar observing a 27 year old woman named Monica she wore glasses, had silky smooth vanilla skin. she had colour in her hair all unnatural she had lovely big brown eyes that screamed out they don't need glasses. a very free spirit. but not to sexually active. Mect over heard her telling friends that they were going to the park for Little Easter Celebrations tomorrow and that they should come. there is a egg hunt for the children and also for adults. Mect just then read an add on a board saying that there is an egg hunt on little Easter and thanks to the woman of the community they have loads of amazingly painted eggs.

Mect risked the outcome and instead of sneaking off he zipped away in a flash. causing a sign board to fall over and a small gust off wind. Monica and her friends had put it to the wind coming off the near by docks. mect sneaked in to the kitchen of one who he had planted a lot of hes little egg friends. silently he opend the closet they keep food in. to hes surprise it was like winter in here and hes little eggs were not vibrating to attract the prey but shivering from the cold. with their war paint on ready for battle they have bravely fought this terrible winter alone. Mect felt very sad and a failure. he then closed the door on them and zipped away knowing that they all coming out tomorrow