It was that time of year again when all the kids went crazy. The year I used my magic to turn my eggs into candy-filled eggs. It was weird how humans loved them. I didn’t even lay them, yet they expected them from me. It’s been a tradition since my great grandfather provided this joy-filled time for the humans. We wouldn’t be around without the imagination of human children. They have special magic that creates a world beyond their own.
This is good. I was wondering what the power was. Lol