Lottie perched at table, beheld a patterned pysansky preserved in waxed glory. ”Exquisite egg.”
Nina sipped tea. “Family heirloom.”
“European,” Lottie asked.
“A tale from Ukraine goes with it. A girl found hundreds of golden birds stiff with cold, helped a few, and found homes for the rest. ”
“How kind.” Would that there were more kindness.
“In spring, the villagers who’d fostered them released the birds who Easter next flew to each house. This egg and hundreds of others appeared on doorsteps throughout the village, a thanks from the grateful birds.”
“A beautiful story, more so even than the eggs.”