CHAPTER XXXI: An Egg That Wouldn't Behave

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.

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