The Ghost, The Egg, and The Holy Table.
" So here it is." the egg keeper pointed at the egg sitting on the table. It was beautiful, with loopy lines of purple, gold, blue, green and silver. I stared at the egg in amazement, taking in every detail with my mouth so wide you can shove a tennis ball right into it.
" Yes, it is the most wanted egg in history since the, er, evolution of the human body." he explained. He continued to talk baldy baldy blah... blah blah blah etc, chaldy chaldy chal- what!
" The toughened glass means that nothing can go into the room, so therefore-"
" AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" a lady with feathers on her hat screamed. " A GHOST!!!" And there indeed, was a ghost. The table was instantly slamed down, and chaos exploded. It happened to be that the lady who screeched was an opera singer, and the so-called 'toughened glass cracked. Things are really getting interesting. Oh Oh!
" Yes, it is the most wanted egg in history since the, er, evolution of the human body." he explained. He continued to talk baldy baldy blah... blah blah blah etc, chaldy chaldy chal- what!
" The toughened glass means that nothing can go into the room, so therefore-"
" AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" a lady with feathers on her hat screamed. " A GHOST!!!" And there indeed, was a ghost. The table was instantly slamed down, and chaos exploded. It happened to be that the lady who screeched was an opera singer, and the so-called 'toughened glass cracked. Things are really getting interesting. Oh Oh!