Tonight as Mom walked in the backdoor after work, she annoyingly interrupted the Lego game Mesha and I were playing to ask if one of us would go get eggs.
As I said, we were playing Legos.
At first, we ignored her.
"Will somebody please go get eggs?" She repeated.
I sighed.
"Mesha, will you go get eggs... it's my turn anyway."
"Hey, I'm not wearing shoes, and you are." Mesha protested.
"Fine..."
I stand up and slowly walk to the door.
Outside, I quickly check the coop, just to make sure there were none in there.
None.
I open the latches on the chicken run door.
"Last chicken, or duck, to run away is the rotten egg!" I laugh, stepping inside.
The response? Quack, squawk, quack. No running, no nothing.
I find a blue egg and a white egg laying in a small hole. I find a brown one in the duck house.
I'm about to step away when I notice another egg in the opposite corner of the duck house.
I bend down and pick up the egg. It was large and white with buttery spots.
Could it be?
"Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!" I yell, running inside. "Duck egg!!!"
"No way! Let me see!"
I hand her the egg. She studies it.
"It is a duck egg!" She says.
o(^_^o)
(o^_^o)
(o^_^)o
(Happy dance)
"Can I show Dad?" I ask. Mom gives me the egg.
"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!" I shout. "Look!"
"It is a duck egg." He says.
"Will you make brownies?" I ask my mom with big, pleading, puss in boots eyes. "Please?"
"No, but I will make banana bread."
"Okay..." I sigh.
Well, even with no brownies, a duck egg is a duck egg!
The duck egg (bottom left corner) and the other eggs of the day.
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