An Egg-straordinary Adventure

There, infront of us, enshrouded in creeping mist and tangled vegetation, long neglected and forgotten but still magnificent was the thing that I had been searching for, for so many long years, the lost temple of the ancient Bunni-bunni tribe.

“I told you, Didcott”, I said , gazing through my binoculars at the ancient ruined temple, “I told you it was real and, if the rest of the legend is correct, then here we will also find the Giant golden egg of the Bunni-bunni people”.

But, suddenly, out of the undergrowth popped several long eared heads of fiercesome rabbit like people.

“Bunni-bunni!”, they cried, shaking their spears at I and my companion.

“Savages!”, I shouted, reaching for my trusty, old blunderbuss and firing it over their heads to try and frighten them off.

But sadly, my trusty old blunderbuss was also a rusty old blunderbuss; infact, so old and rusty that it exploded in my hands and knocked I and my companion Didcott out completely.

Who knows how long we lay in that unconscious state but the fiercesome rabbit like men must have picked us up and carried us into their temple for, when we awoke, I and my companion were both tied to the enormous stone alter of their terrible and awesome rabbit god who, within his great
stone basket was carrying a gigantic golden egg.

“That’s it!”, I cried, tugging at my compatriots sleeve and pointing towards the large glistening object, “The golden egg!”.

But my companion was more concerned with the savage rabbit people who seemed intent on sacrificing us to their terrible long-eared god; a wild and terrifying look in their eyes as they skipped and danced around us, beating their primitive drums and chanting the name of their God.

“Bunni-bunni!”, the horrible heathens yelled.

“Worry not, my friend”, I told my companion, “We are not licked yet. I shall get us out of this mess”.

Fortunately, like all British army officers of that time, I always wore a monocle that I kept tucked into the breast pocket of my khaki uniform and, using the rays of the sun that were streaming in from outside the temple, I focussed them with my monocle onto the ropes that bound I and my colleague
and soon the intense rays of that tropical sun were burning through the ropes and, together, I and Didcott were able to break free of them.

Then, quickly, I scooped the great golden egg out of the enormous paws of the rabbit god and into my pith helmet.

Poor Didcott, I didn’t look back to see what exactly became of him, so eager was I to escape that temple with my golden egg-shaped prize. I believe that those savage, rabbit like brutes must have got hold of him before he had had a chance to get out but all I know for sure is that I was the only one who came out of that temple and, pursued by angry hopping rabbit-like natives, had to run all the way back through the jungle.

“It was worth it though”, I thought, when I had gotten safely back to civilization, picking up my pith helmet to examine the golden egg inside.

To my astonishment,however, instead of an egg of solid gold, I saw nothing but a big puddle of melted chocolate and the gold foil that had been wrapped around it.

Apparently, I and my colleague Didcott had interrupted the Easter celebrations of the Bunni-bunni people and made off with their chocolate egg and, being serious chocoholics, they were wildly angry.

But, as I was sitting feeling very miserable about not getting hold of any golden treasure, I accidentally dipped my finger into the melted chocolate in my pith helmet and, licking my finger clean, I was amazed by the unique flavour of the chocolate.

“This is simply delicious”, I thought, greedily scooping up and eating all the chocolate in my hat.

It was on that day that I decided to found a chocolate company, using the ancient chocolate recipe of the bunni-bunni tribe, and became far richer than I would ever have become had I escaped from that temple with a real golden egg in my hat.