"Well, I royally want to sink my teeth into some
chocolate!" Julia reminded them, so Emma took one last look around to
see if she could see any more eggs. She had almost decided they were
done when a flash of yellow caught her eye. She reached up into the
crook of a tree branch and took down a wooden object painted with
bunnies and Easter eggs. "Neat," thought Emma, "it looks like the
Russian nesting doll I got for my birthday last year."
