I was eating my raw Easter Turtle for breakfast, when a giant prehistoric chicken bashed down my door and stole all of my easter eggs.
I hadn't even hatched them yet, so it really hurt, as you can well imagine.
I nearly bled to death, but fortunately, the neighbour's pet monkey heard my screams and it came in and patched up the damage by ripping the fur off its back and shoving the scrunched-up wads into my gaping wounds.
I passed out from shock, which slowed the blood loss a bit more.
Anyway, by the time I awoke, my cousins had come over for our annual Easter lunch, and their slave cat had prepared some lovely roast horse and liquified it to drink.
Consequently I forgot all of my morning woes and engaged in a splended afternoon of football against a team of travelling snakes.
Naturally, I won, as everyone knows that snakes don't have arms to play cricket with.
This has certainly been a day to remember.
Can anyone else relate to this?