So I'm ( I got this far before my dog decided to lay across my rib cage and stick his face Into the screen. Daft dog. ) moving on from this miss-hap. I am also writing on a I pad which makes it only about 5 times worse. And before I actually forget what my post is about let me give you one guess.


Wrong.

It's about CREAM EGGS.

What is a cream egg?

• A cream egg is flavored goodness in colored wrapping paper.  A cream egg is chocolate, surrounding white and orange bliss.

Where are cream eggs from?

• Tribe Yanomami from the tropical amazon desert manufacture these eggs. They cut them from large roots within the ground, roots that venture well into to depths of the dark soil. Passing from tree to tree, they take the adventure into the unknown. Everyone is scared of the unknown. It may excite them but fear is lurking deep within that excitement, maybe never to be seen of course but its there. Stuck good and hard. The only tool that can stick there blade into these roots are the lemon tools. It's crisp and pres-teen blade will slice right into those babies. And then there carried out. The tribe builds a hole the size of 234 mouths open as wide as they will go. The tribes reach in and plant the seeds of new life. Life that will grow on and exist for the years to come our way. Never to be totally dismissed. It's amazing how everything holds itself up, how it runs and how it takes care. How it grows from this small seed or bulb in the ground to something beautiful and green and pink and orange. How it maintains its posture and how it simply brings love and happiness to so much people. Because it does and it will continue to do so. And at the end of the Day that's all we really need.

 I realized tonight that I know when to finish writing, finish a story.