Egg Count

Any prideful poulteress will brag on her flock’s daily egg count. But my raggedy little brown hens only brought me shame. Our poor, handsome rooster could not hold his head high as he surveyed his flock. But then, one day, I saw the ugliest of my hens sprinting from an abandoned dog house, cackling as if she’d just laid an egg. So I peeked inside, and there, amid the moldy straw, lay heaps of eggs, piled up in every corner. My pretty little hens were still laying! The flock’s dignity restored, we all walked and strutted about with great pride.