Once there was a land that had no birds and no reptiles. It was a strange land and the people in it knew nothing of eggs. If you told them that a living creature could hatch out of an egg, they would laugh you to scorn. One day a bird flew off course and landed on the isle, for it was and island far far away from the places that we know and the places where birds go. This bird laid an egg. Some children found the egg and remarked how perfectly it was formed, and even though the day was cool the strange stone was warm. They picked it up and carried it to the village. They placed it in the center of the village square on the wall surrounding the fountain. The whole village stopped their work and came to examine the strange stone that the children had found, for they liked nothing better than to examine a thing and to analyze it and, if possible, determine its origin and reason for being. The debates went on into the evening and when the strangely and perfectly formed stone, warm as it was on a cool day, began to cool, the debates grew ever more intense until, at one point, even a fist fight broke out, and sides were chosen, and the village was divided. One side said the occurrence was merely accidental and would best be ignored and the other that hitherto unknown forces were at work which required the upmost vigilance of mind to examine and determine what they may be. They became known as the maybes and the maybenots. The children wanted their stone back however and when no one was looking, after many days of debate, they stole away with it. They began to argue who should own the strange stone and a struggle and match of strength became the determining factor. In the confusion the egg was dropped. It broke on the ground. There was an inside to the thing that no one knew anything about. In response the whole village was dumbfounded. They could not find a word to speak of it. They went back to work as before and life went on as normal. The End. |
| No.72 "egg" by Goerge(12/30/2008) |