Joyeuses Pâques, Monsieur Foxe

“Of course, I know you mustn't have chocolate," said Mr Foxe. "And so yours is from Fabergé.”

“And I know the same is true of you,” said Mr Boxe. “So yours is from Jemima Puddleduck.”

“How scrummy," said Mr Foxe. “I wasn't aware that Jemima sold eggs.”

“Oh,” said Mr Boxe. “She doesn’t.”