Made in Germany

When I look over at your golden face I cannot help but feel as though you know what awaits you. I do sincerely apologize for the fate that you will soon meet. I just wish that I could give you the respect of somehow giving a time frame of your impending hearing problem, alas . . . I cannot. You see, it is due to willpower that you have not had your ears eaten by me yet, a strength that I was unaware that I possessed. Still, we both know the inevitable will happen. I will begin with your ears and then work my way down.

I do make this promise though: I will love every bite of you the way that I did your little yellow chick friends that I had earlier in the day. Oh, that sweet spongy feeling of sugar coated-marshmallow in my mouth.

Easter. Why must you come only once a year?