A COLLECTION OF PINK SHELLS

It was/were a lovely/wonderful/strange day in the woods/garden/forest. The sun shone/glinted/beamed down on a cozy tree/bush/log where a mother bird sat/rested/nurtured her newly hatched/freshly laid/precious chicks. But something unusual/peculiar/curious about this nest caught the eye - instead of the usual pale blue or speckled brown, each eggshe

Deep within a shadowy forest, nestled amongst twisting trees, lay a forgotten clearing. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting flickering shadows upon the ground. It was here, in this unassuming setting, that a most peculiar phenomenon unfolded. Hidden amongst the fallen leaves were a collection of eggs, but these were no ordinary eggs. The