I’ve been writing stuff for Christmas and I guess holidays have been on my mind. I know it’s way out of season but deal with it.
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The Carvel Park Easter Egg Hunt was a big event each year in the small city of Lowell, and this year they had really outdone themselves. Someone had the bright idea to pack colorful little plastic eggs with microfluffs, and the children were sure to have a lot of fun finding these festive biotoys. A line of volunteers plucked the little creatures out of bulk boxes, none too gently fitting them into little capsules and sealing it up with tape. There were peeps, cheeps, protests of ‘nuuu’, and cries for mummah. Micros who didn’t quite fit and had a limb broken or suffered internal damage were tossed into piles where they would sob and weakly crawl over one another while searching for help.
The micro we’ll be focusing on is a bright purple one named Jellybean. His little limbs were squished into an egg corresponding with his fur color, taped shut. “Nu! Jewwbean scawed of eggy!” He was so small and cramped though that no matter what he did, the plastic casing wouldn’t come loose. The egg was tossed into a basket of many others and he heard the scared sounds of his peers all around.
Eventually all of these eggs were scattered about the grounds of the park. Most would be easy to find, though there were of course some which were hidden quite well for the older kids with a sharp eye. Jellybean wasn’t fortunate enough to be placed right out in the open. A volunteer slotted him into a tiny crevice in the field which had been overgrown with new spring grass. You could be looking right at the spot and never know it was there.
“Huuhuu…nuu…” Everything hurt in here and now that he was out of the basket, he couldn’t even hear other fluffies chattering. It was so lonely and dark. It didn’t take very long before his legs went from an itching cramp to a dull, thudding pain. His face was smooshed against the plastic shell and he had no way to even wiggle around.
Soon the festivities had started and Jellybean could hear many scampering feet of children running around. Maybe it was just as well he wasn’t out there in the open because the micros were treated with reckless abandon. Some eggs were stomped on by unaware feet, mashing the occupants inside. Those who were lucky immediately died by the impact, though there were more than a few who were left to struggle across the ground with shards of hard plastic embedded in their faces, limbs broken and too useless to do anything but cling to a quickly fading life. Jellybean listened to a terrified ‘Nuuu! Nu am baww!’ of a fluffy being thrown around, but it didn’t stop him from screeching against his colorful prison.
“Jewwybean hewe! Pwease hewp! Wan nyu housie, skettis, toys, wub!” Though of course nobody heard him. They were awfully small and he was hidden so well. All he could do was listen to the carnage of the festivities about the hole he was hidden away in and give a pitiful plea.
Most of the eggs had been had by the time the rain started. It was one of those spring storms that came in out of nowhere and absolutely pounded the area. Fat droplets fell from the sky and caused the cackling children to disperse, and a boom of thunder caused Jellybean to screech and void his bowels and bladder. Now surrounded on all sides by excrement, he screamed and carried on as loud as he could. Not that it helped. The rain was causing the hole he was in to fill up with water. Icy coldness settled in all around him. All the micro could do was tremble and shiver, surrounded by stink and pain. Just this morning he had been playing in a big pen with the other fluffies, numming good kibble and rolling a ball around. He wanted that again.
Hours had passed. Breathing was more difficult. Still it rained. The water had pushed the egg up to the top of the hole, though not out of it. Instead it scraped the soil above it, shifting the egg over. Jellybean was flipped upside down, liquid shit pooling down against his face now. He couldn’t move. Trying to eat it caused him to throw up, adding more debris to make it impossible to breathe. The micro didn’t want forever sleepies, but that’s all he would get. His own shit filled his lungs as he desperately tried to breathe, and he would choke and sputter until finally giving out.