Scrambled Proposal

by Torry Martin

Dear B. Log,

I can’t deny, I love Easter! There’s nothing more awesome than celebrating our Savior’s victory over death.

This year, though, there’s another reason to love the holiday. As of today at about 3 p.m., Bradford and Miss Willow are officially engaged! I couldn’t be happier for the two lovebirds, but getting that engagement ring on Miss Willow’s finger sure wasn’t easy. In fact, it almost didn’t happen at all.

You see, I knew Bradford was planning on proposing to Miss Willow this afternoon at the first annual Barn Again Arts Easter Egg Hunt. Unbeknownst to me, however, Bradford hid the engagement ring in an Easter egg that was identical to the 7,000 other plastic eggs that I filled with candy.

Bradford had already taken Miss Willow to an Easter brunch when I gathered up all the eggs. I noticed one egg sitting by itself and thought it had accidentally rolled out of the bag. I picked it up and tossed it in with the others. Then I hid them outside.

You can probably imagine Bradford’s reaction when he realized his engagement ring was missing. But being a former spy and a very good butler, he switched into problem-solving mode.

“I’ll just grab my metal detector and wave it over each egg until I find the ring,” he announced.

But when Miss Willow overheard the word ring, she jumped in and said: “You mean the engagement ring I’ve been waiting 50 years for is somewhere out there?!?” She pointed to the field covered with eggs.

In a miraculous display of energy, Miss Willow made a mad sprint for the eggs. I quickly grabbed a megaphone and informed the crowd of the emergency engagement egg situation.

“I know it’s not going to be easy to find,” I shouted into the megaphone, “but Bradford can describe it to us.”

I handed the megaphone to Bradford.

“Well, it’s a classic yellow gold solitaire engagement ring with a six-prong setting—”

“No,” I interrupted. “Not the ring, the egg you hid it in.”

“Oh,” Bradford said. “It’s brightly colored and...”

The crowd waited breathlessly for him to finish his clue.

“…um, it’s shaped like an egg.”

I blew the whistle and everyone scrambled into the field. We searched for hours, but the ring wasn’t in any of the eggs. Just then, Sam walked up, accompanied by River. He sat down and let a plastic egg drop from his mouth. River thwacked it with her paw and sent it rolling until it stopped at Bradford’s feet.

Bradford bent down to retrieve it and turned to Miss Willow.

“Ulily Mae Willow,” he said, getting down on one knee, “I have spent my entire life trying to find you. And I never want to lose you again. Will you be my wife?”

With tears in her eyes and totally out of breath, all Miss Willow could mutter was: “Mmmph.” Bradford must have taken that as a “yes,” because he scooped her up in his arms and placed the ring on her finger as the crowd erupted in applause.

Like I said, I just love Easter.

This article first appeared in the April 2012 issue of Clubhouse magazine. Copyright © 2012 by Torry Martin. Used by permission. Illustration © Gary Locke.