Crunch...

Crunch...

Crunch...

That was the sound Tiffany made, chewing on a Payday candy bar as the kids made their way up a hill, following the cobblestone road. Ralph was careful not to stray off the road and he made sure that Bobby didn't either, holding Bobby's hand and guiding him uphill.

Penelope looked tired and worn. She had taken to picking at the skin on her right arm. Perhaps out of nervousness, or perhaps from something that had irritated her skin.

Reaching the top of the hill, the horizon opened up....Everywhere

As far as the eye could see, the valley below was covered with large, bright, brilliantly colored eggs in every direction sitting upon long, green grass. They were much, much bigger than the normal sized eggs that you got from a carton in the kitchen refrigerator. These eggs were the size of baby strollers.  Big enough to fit maybe one in a wheelbarrow, the eggs were angled in all different directions and of all different colors: yellow, pink, red, green, purple and even a few orange and blue ones.

The cobblestone path cut through the vast field of eggs and far off into the horizon.