Bun’s manducation: carton partin’.

Chick’s location: fun on bun.

Eggy’s trepidation: roll to bowl.

Pastel’s notification: new-hue-woo!

Easter’s rumination: live to give; give to live. ; )

Buns are certainly toyetic when carrying the labels fuzzy and cute, but they also hold that attribute when they are ceramicably minute. ; )

Eline used a special brush, one forever relieved of encounters with water jars still caked by the recrement of sunny hue’s darker cousins, for decorating her favourite eggs—the yellow-patterned ones that brighted her mood and dilated her eyes almost as much as the thought of one hatching into a cheer-ping Easter surprise. ; )

Rose ravished her rutabaga and, then, nuzzled up into a nest of nature for her nap, where, under a raglan of leaves, her nose twitched up a dream essenced of Easter ease. ; )

After arvo’s snack tickled taste buds with osmazome, it was time for cat’s nap in canopy’s hygge-home. ; )