If you had an egg and it wouldn't behave
Just what would you do with that egg, may I ask?
To make an egg do what it don't want to do
Strikes me like a difficult sort of a task.
All of which is pure nonsense. Of course. Who ever heard of an egg
either behaving or misbehaving? Nobody. That is, nobody that I know,
unless it be Blacky. It is best not to mention eggs in Blacky's
presence these days. They are a forbidden topic when he is
about. Blacky is apt to be a little resentful at the mere mention of
an egg. I don't know as I wholly blame him. How would you feel if
you knew you knew all there was to know about a thing, and then
found out that you didn't know anything at all? Well, that is the
way it is with Blacky the Crow.
If any one had told Blacky that he didn't know all there is to know
about eggs, he would have laughed at the idea. Wasn't he, Blacky,
hatched from an egg himself? And hadn't he, ever since he was big
enough, hunted eggs and stolen eggs and eaten eggs? If he didn't
know about eggs, who did? That is the way he would have talked
before his visit to Farmer Brown's henhouse. It is since then that
it has been unwise to mention eggs
When Blacky saw the two eggs in the nest in Farmer Brown's henhouse
how Blacky did wish that he could take both. But he couldn't. One
would be all that he could manage. He must take his choice and go
away while the going was good. Which should he take?
It often happens in this life that things which seem to be
unimportant, mere trifles in themselves, prove to be just the
opposite. Now, so far as Blacky could see, it didn't make the least
difference which egg he took, excepting that one was a little bigger
than the other. As a matter of fact, it made all the difference in
the world. One was brown and very good to look at. The other, the
larger of the two, was white and also very good to look at. In fact,
Blacky thought it the better of the two to look at, for it was very
smooth and shiny. So, partly on this account, and partly because it
was the largest, Blacky chose the white egg. He seized it in his
claws and started to fly with it, but somehow he could not seem to
get a good grip on it. He fluttered to the ground just outside the
door, and there he got a better grip. Just as old Dandy-cock the
Rooster, with head down and all the feathers on his neck standing
out with anger, came charging at him, Blacky rose into the air and
started over the Old Orchard toward the Green Forest.
Never had Blacky felt more like cawing at the top of his lungs. You
see, he felt that he had been very smart, and I suspect that he also
felt that he had been very brave. He would have liked to boast a
little. But he didn't. He wisely held his tongue. It would be time
enough to do his boasting after he had reached a place of safety and
had eaten that egg. He was halfway across the Old Orchard when he
felt that egg beginning to slip. Now at best it isn't easy to carry
an egg without breaking it. You know how very careful you have to
be. Just imagine how Blacky felt when that egg began to slip. Do
what he would, he couldn't get a better grip on it. It slipped a wee
bit more. Blacky started down towards the ground. But he wasn't
quick enough. Striped Chipmunk, watching Blacky from the old stone
wall, saw something white drop from Blacky's claws. He saw Blacky
dash after it and clutch at it only to miss it. Then the white thing
struck a branch of an old apple tree, bounced off and fell to the
ground. Blacky followed it.
Striped Chipmunk stole very softly through the grass to see what
Blacky was doing. Blacky was standing close beside a white thing
that looked very much like an egg. He was looking at it with the
queerest expression.
Now and then he would reach out and rap it sharply with his bill,
and then look as if he didn't know what to make of it. He
didn't. That egg wasn't behaving
right. It should have broken when it hit the branch of the apple
tree. Certainly it should have broken when he struck it that way
with his bill. However was he to eat that egg, if he couldn't break
the shell? Blacky didn't know.