I thought it was time to introduce my great-nephew Jake to the Easter Mouse! You know, …….the one that follows the Easter Bunny everywhere and if you don’t woof your Easter Egg down quickly, the Easter Mouse will get at it.
In this instance a Triple egg was obtained for Eleni and an egg filled with pineapple lumps for Jake. A message was sent to their mum to ensure my efforts would not be in vain and collection was due this morning………UNFORTUNATELY…………I believe the Easter Mouse knew about ‘the drawer’ and without a mark on the seal, nibbled a window in the side of Jakes egg, removing all of the pineapple lumps except for one half of one lump….!!!.....shock horror!!!!
I eagerly awaited to see the reaction another ‘Great Easter Egg Robbery’ would bring to a new generation!! Mwuahhh ha haha! (Please let there be tears!!.....that would be sooo cool and I would know I haven’t lost my touch) (I might note here that a spare complete egg was close at hand)
I thought I should attempt to have the camera at the ready, but I expected to be too busy….rolling on the floor!
(PS. I know better than to try this on the ‘other one’ or ‘screaming meemee’)
The moment finally arrived, Caroline arrived with ‘the Musc’ and ‘the screamer’ (ooops, make that two screamers) complete with ear-to-ear grins because lollipops are always in the drawer. The drawer was slid open to reveal not only lollipops but two boxes containing Easter Eggs……….but who cares, Jake was twirling on my chair and Eleni-MeeMee was diving into the bag. She knew what she wanted and it wasn’t in a box and even when the box was explained and offered……she just wanted a lollipop!! (Damn….this wasn’t going well)!!
By this time, my real target, Jake was rousing off the chair as his ears had pricked-up to the mention of Easter Eggs (Nyah ha ha!! I thought, and I would have twiddled my moustache – if I still had one), and I thrust the Pineapple Lump supposed-to-be filled egg out to him. His eyes lit up, “Wow” he exclaimed and started to wander off to give it mum to take home I suspect. “Drat and Double-Drat” I thought as I saw the moment slipping away. Quick thinking and action was required! “You better have some now, Jake” I remarked, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears and his mum commented, “Do you know how to crack an egg?” A glimmer of hope returned as I indicated how to extract the egg from the box.
Next thing, Jake had the egg from the box, complete in its shiny red foil, he waved it about, wide-eyed and drooling, (his thumb nearly punching though the foil where there was no egg to support it. He ripped it open and was happy as a sandboy to see a window in the side of the egg revealing a bag within and pulled that out, pouncing on the half pineapple lump as it fell from the bag to the floor. (Obviously he was worried that the screamer, who was closer to the floor than himself, would beat him to it). He didn’t give a thought, or care a toss, that anything would be awry. His Uncle John would never nibble at his egg….and that half lump was beaut!! It never even occurred to him that the carefully cut diamond shape that had then had nibble marks carefully chiselled around it with a finely honed craft knife, was anything but normal.
I was shattered and nearly in tears. (It nearly worked, there were nearly tears…but they weren’t supposed to be mine!) I’d just been done and dusted by a 5 year old (OK, 4 ….but nearly 5)! Damn, the joke was on me and I enjoyed a good laugh as I reflected on how it turned out and reached for the rest of the pineapple lumps in the drawer. “Oh well”, I thought, “That’s OK, it’ll work next time I try, when he’s old enough to have expectations of his Easter Eggs”!
Meanwhile, Eleni-MeeMee had decided that these Easter Egg things looked OK, so she grabbed hers, ripped it from the box and started to shatter it, letting it crumble to the floor….only to find another brown one was inside the white one, so she shattered that too, to find a marshmallow one inside that. She had a nibble and left it to mum and I to clean-up.
They then departed thanking Uncle John for the Eggs and good time. My reputation still intact….(just not the right reputation I was hoping for. Damn)!!
……And for those of you who are not familiar with “The Great East Egg Robbery” ….and/or just to set the record straight on the whole affair, here is the real juice on the sordid 60’s affair.
The Great Easter Egg Robbery
A family favourite story was 'the great Easter Egg saga'. On this particular year, the Easter Bunny passed through leaving each of us a marshmallow egg in a fancy egg-cup. I don't recall why, maybe I went earlier, but on this occasion, while mum and all the other kids went to church, I was left home with dad, but he was safely wrapped-up in bed. Marshmallow eggs are really quite small and having a very sweet tooth and having consumed my own egg, there were four other eggs begging for my attention. Fortunately for my siblings I was endowed with loads of willpower and self control, so I was able to limit myself to picking the minutest of samples from each egg with thumb and forefinger....they'd never even notice. The trouble was, mass took an eternity and by the time they got home, there had been so many small nibblings that it looked like a small bite had been taken from each egg. What a bunch of sooks I grew up with, you'd have thought the sky had fallen or I was the Parnell Panther. This crime was so great that 40+ years later, I believe I am yet to be forgiven.
These blogs were posted on the KiwiBiker forum but I decided it was time for a change.