After a drawn out and heated haggling session, during which a pie pan and a pair of scissors exchanged hands, a fragrant rhubarb pie was baked and quickly consumed, and no less than eight new shiny items were suspended from twine in the cluttered branches of the giant cedar tree, rabbit was reunited with five of her precious and peculiar eggs. (It should be said, as the mere recorder of rabbit’s story, I have no real incite as to how exactly rabbit came to “own” the eggs originally. Rabbit is really not the egg laying type. She is single and both biologically and emotionally unlikely to be of the egg laying persuasion. Regardless...)
Rabbit lovingly polished each egg with a scrap of worn t-shirt material and lined them up on her kitchen window sill...