Jesus was a voracious egg eater. His disciples would often have to carry baskets of medium boiled eggs (the crumbling of a hard boiled egg was known to incite a flurry of blasphemous expletives from Jesus, and Mary Magdalene hated the runny egg yolk of a soft boiled egg that would cascade down Jesus’ beard and dry in the hot sun). Times were often dull on the road and tedium would bring a frown upon the Son of God’s countenance, a forlorn sight that would ensnare his followers with a sense of doubt and misery. John, the disciple with two large large central incisors, clownishly long feet, and very long and upright ears (which on countless endeavours helped detect danger to the gang) came up with the idea to keep spirits high amongst them all. One day on their journey East, he stopped the group, asked them for their eggs and told them to close their eyes and count to one hundred. Finishing their count, the crew opened their eyes to see John without a single egg on his possession yet an unusually large and cheeky smile laid plastered upon his visage. He had hid the eggs. Jesus’ smile shined brighter than his halo when John told him to find the eggs, resurrecting spirits amongst his peers and keeping the faith strong. And the rest, as they say, is history.