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After coming so close the last two years, this was going to be my year to win the annual Easter Egg Hunt! I'd worked hard in the off season, driven by last year's embarrassing defeat at the hands of my 4 year old niece. I ran several miles each week to build up my stamina. I lifted small weights to build up my strength. I even practiced two hours each day, putting Eggs into a basket, in an effort to improve on my quickness! My workout regimen was difficult, and time consuming, but I knew that I had to be at my very best if I was going to take home the title.

The reigning champion, and a formidable opponent, was my niece. Now a full year older, at 5 years of age, she had the finely honed skills of a world class Egger. Oh, there were plenty of other contestants in the race. But we both knew that ultimately it would come down to the two of us. I glanced to my right. There she was, looking angelic in her pink dress, synthetic white leather buckle-up shoes with matching bows, and pretty pink and white ribbons holding back her loosely braided hair. But I wasn't fooled for a second. I knew, under all that sugar and spice and everything nice, beat the heart of a true Egger.

And so it began. The bell sounded and we were off! Most of the competitors, particularly the two and three year olds, had failed to prepare any kind of strategy, and wandered aimlessly, picking up anything that caught their eye, including the occasional bug. It quickly became a two Egger race, exactly as I had anticipated. While I had the advantage of size and age, my niece was a gifted huntress, with Egging instincts rarely seen in one so young. Personally, I prefer the long used Egging technique of holding the basket in one hand, while deftly picking up each Egg with the other. My niece however, uses a very unconventional style of setting her basket down, then Egging with both hands. While her technique is faster than my own, she runs the risk of occasionally tipping over her basket, wasting valuable time re-Egging. Plus, there is always the danger of walking off towards the next target, and forgetting your basket. But this year, we were both flawless in our Egging, and soon found ourselves turning into the final stretch, side by side, with exactly the same number of Eggs.

With just a few Eggs left to find, I plucked a colorful blue Egg from a low hanging branch. She countered with a high-point double Egg combo hidden in the flower bed. I quickly evened the score with a nice pick off the fence post, but she performed a classic pick of her own, plucking a green Egg right off the swing set. As I grabbed another blue Egg from the fountain, and turned towards the finish line, I could see a bright orange Egg sitting in the crook of a tree, too high for my worthy opponent to reach. I was certain that with her tiny steps, she couldn't possibly catch me before I grabbed the Egg and crossed the finish line.

But just as I reached out to pluck the winning Egg from it's resting place, I stumbled, knocking the Egg from it's perch! As I watched in abject horror, the Egg fell towards the ground below. Suddenly a tiny pink figure skittered past me, basket in hand, neatly catching the falling Egg, and we crossed the finish line in a virtual tie.

I knew, even before the final tally, that I had once again been Egged out by the Pink Princess.

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