Arthur grinned, tucking the rainbow eggs into their new, secure homes. "No," he whispered. "Just building a memory."
As the cashier scanned the stack of empty boxes, she raised an eyebrow. "Starting a farm, dear?" egg boxes to buy
Later that morning, when Sophie opened the plain gray box, her eyes went wide at the hidden treasure inside. The boring box had done its job—it had kept the magic safe until it was time to shine. Arthur grinned, tucking the rainbow eggs into their
He’d spent all morning at the farmers' market, hunting down the rare heritage breeds. He had two pale blue shells from an Araucana, three deep chocolate-brown ones from a Marans, and a handful of speckled cream eggs that looked like tiny stars. They were beautiful, fragile, and currently rolling precariously in a flimsy paper bag. He needed a proper vessel. "Starting a farm, dear
Arthur stood in the dairy aisle, staring at a wall of cardboard and plastic. To anyone else, they were just egg boxes. To Arthur, they were the final piece of the "Great Breakfast Heist."
He moved past the standard "Jumbo Grade A" cartons. He needed something sturdy enough for a cross-town trek but plain enough not to give away the surprise. He finally found them in the corner of a hardware store: blank, recycled pulp cartons with no branding.