The Case of the Missing Egg

Our egg hunt was a smashing success. So much so, in fact, that my godson called about 8 or 9 "rematches". That is, he hid the eggs again and again so that we could find them -- again... and again... and again...

Luckily, we were smart enough to count the eggs before the rematches began, so we would know if we had indeed found them all or not. This was good, because eventually our little easter bunny turned cranky and (FINALLY, much to our relief) fell asleep in the arm chair. We took a final count of the eggs we had found, and came up with 19. What?!? Only 19?!? There should have been 20!!!

We looked and looked. Then we gave up and forgot about it.

Early this morning, Priscilla sat down in the arm chair to use the phone. She felt something cold and funny underneath her...