“Good morning, Ms. McGregor!” The children chimed as they pranced into her garden. They stopped in their tracks, admiring the blank eggs and pottles of paint on the lawn. “Good morning, children.” The old dog said with a smile, looking up from her gardening. “I’m just tidying up the lawn for the big Easter hunt in the weekend. I figured I’d need some help with painting the eggs. Would you lend a paw?”
“Of course!” The kids chorused, speeding over to the white eggs and grabbing the brushes.
Everyone loved the kind old soul Ms. McGregor.