The Birth (and Death) of a Peep – A Photo Essay

Ever wonder where a peep comes from?

An egg, of course!

Casey seems very interested.

Here comes the Peep!

I see you.

Mostly out.

Free at last!

She has an evil glint in her eye. . .

Ah! Noooooooo!!!! Somebody save me!

Casey doesn’t care that this peep has lost it’s head. Poor peep.

And thus endeth the life of the peep. Tune in next week for the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man story. It’s not as horrific.