been back a while and i love the house i live in.

The mini eggs chased Dublin. Dublin knew this would happen, a chase was inevitable and yet he heckled them, thre mud at them and took a sling shot on the pink egg. The chase took them through the alleys, around the conifers, by the creek, up the stairs, by the trains, on the harbour and in a rush they went over the foot of old man Huck Finn who was enjoying the serenity of the vegetable market. Huck was not amused and let out a bellow that scared the yellow egg into squashing against a heap of watermellons. One egg down, the minis pursued their heckler. aahh such is life. It happens. No shit!