A magical Easter adventure of spring, courage, and the joy of giving

A simple, story-appropriate everyday outfit — comfortable clothes that adapt to the scene the story calls for.

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Easter morning! Golden light crept through the curtains. And there in {child_name}'s basket, one egg glowed brighter than all the rest. It was warm. And it hummed.

{child_name} held the egg close. It hummed louder — a tiny heartbeat in {child_pronoun_possessive} hands. Then it tugged, gently, toward the window. Toward the garden.

At the garden gate stood a small rabbit — lopsided ears, a satchel too big for him, hopping from foot to foot. "Oh dear, oh dear!" he squeaked. "You found a Seeker Egg! That means — you're the Seeker!"

"Five magical eggs are hidden," Bramble said breathlessly. "Each holds a piece of spring. Without them — no spring at all!" He looked at {child_name} hopefully. "Will you help me?"

A flash of turquoise between the stones! {child_name} touched the first egg and — WHOOSH — ladybugs burst out and landed right on Bramble's nose. He sneezed so hard his ears flipped inside-out!

In the meadow, a pale green egg waited in dry brown grass. {child_name} picked it up and — WHOOOOSH — green swept outward like a wave! Bramble's ears blew inside-out. Again.

The stream lay flat and grey like a sleeping ribbon. {child_name} hopped across wobbly stones, grabbed the blue egg, and — SPLASH — the stream woke up, sparkling and chattering! A frog croaked crossly at Bramble.

Inside the old hollow tree, something glowed violet. It was dark in there. {child_name} took a brave breath, reached in — and pulled out a warm, soft egg. Sleeping butterflies woke and spiralled into the sky!

Four eggs found — but the fifth was missing. Bramble's ears drooped. The meadow was green but had no flowers. "What if," {child_name} whispered, "we just listen?"

They listened. Past the stream, past the birdsong — there! A deep, warm hum from the hilltop. They followed it, climbing toward a great bare tree against the sky.

There, sitting among the roots — the Bloom Egg. It shimmered with every color at once. Bramble stepped back. "This one is yours," he said softly. "{child_name}, you earned it."

{child_name} held the Bloom Egg to {child_pronoun_possessive} heart and — BOOM! The tree EXPLODED in blossoms! Pink and white petals rained down, wildflowers raced across the meadow. Spring had arrived!

Under the blossoming tree, Bramble held out the golden Seeker Egg. "Every Seeker Egg holds a memory," he said. "This one holds today." He placed it in {child_name}'s hands. "A gift. So you never forget."

{child_name} ran all the way home — past the blooming meadow, along the singing stream, through the garden gate — and into a big, warm family hug on the porch. Easter breakfast never tasted so golden.

That night, {child_name} placed the golden egg on the windowsill. It hummed softly — like a lullaby. Outside, petals drifted past the moon. "Happy Easter, Bramble," {child_name} whispered. And somewhere in the garden, a small rabbit smiled too.

The Egg That Hummed

What's included

A Magical Easter Morning

A Story About Giving

Your Child Leads the Hunt

Pastel Spring Watercolours

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