The Egg Burglar

I've got a secret obsession with Eglus. So when my pal at work, Al, told me he's got one at his place I grilled him about it for days. Seriously. After a week or so, my incessant badgering must have spilled over into his home life because one morning a fresh egg appeared on my desk. Al's little son Cameron, had carefully wrapped it up to give to me. Awwww. Actually, it didn't taste that great. But the thought was nice. So I made him a mask to wear when he was out collecting eggs. By all accounts, he totally loved it. And he made Al read the card out to him about 20 times. Result!