She carefully placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with delicate eggshells, all painted a soft pink. The sight was delightful. Her fingers trembled as she plunged into the basket. Each shell felt smooth against her palm. It was a unique collection, each shell telling its own story. She imagined the birds that had once called

Deep within the lush green, nestled amongst colorful wildflowers, a mother robin had built a comfortable nest. Inside, arranged in a pleasing pattern were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a stunning set of vibrant pink eggs. The Mystery of the Pink Eggs Deep within ancient forest, nestled amongst the grand trees, lies a secret. Wh