"Why am I always the one doing this stuff?" Gyre grumbled. He looked wistfully over at the playground full of children. They all seemed to be having so much fun, and here he was stuffing eggs into any space that would accept them. His one claw was piled high with eggs, and the other was chucking them at any place that looked decent enough to hold them. After all, the eggs weren't supposed to be hard to find, at least not the ones for the kids.
Gyre looked around to make sure nobody was watching him. He was, indeed, entirely alone. Nobody wanted to spoil his excellent hiding spots. He grinned and his forked tongue flickered out. It was time for a little reward. Hiding eggs was hard work, and he really did deserve it.