"They are tastiest, prettiest eggs, ever," she told her family and friends.
"Here, taste one," she said.
They agreed, and word spread about the tasty eggs that came from the flock of Buckeye hens.
On Christmas Day, she found no eggs when she went to the hen house.
There were no eggs on the next day, or the next day, or the next.
"Why have you stopped laying eggs?" she asked.
The hens just turned their heads and looked at each other.
Every day she went to the hen house and found no eggs.
"What is happening?" she asked.
The hens just turned their heads and looked at each other.
Then, one day in late winter, it snowed.
Around the chicken house, she found cat tracks, llama tracks and sheep tracks in the snow.
She also found over-sized bunny tracks lead up to the chicken house door.
She had never seen such large bunny tracks.
"Could it be?" she whispered.
"Have you had a special visitor?" she asked the hens.
They just turned their heads and looked at each other and murmured.
A few licked chocolate off their beaks.
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