just waiting for him to snooze so they could sneak in and pounce on some tender little mousy vittles.
Then my brothers started trapping the mice, which I thought was just to help out.
I didn’t suspect a thing until the day I heard my mother screaming from the depths of their room.
They were, it turns out, raising a boa constrictor.
Mom’s foot came down in a big way, and I thought she was going to throw us out, lock, stock, and boa,
but then I made the most amazing discovery—chickens lay eggs! Beautiful, shiny, creamy white eggs!
I first found one under Bonnie, then Clyde—whom I immediately renamed Clydette—and one more in Florence’s bed.
Eggs! I raced inside to show my mom, and after a brief moment of blinking at them, she withered into a chair.
“No,” she whimpered. “No more chicks!” “They’re not chicks, Mom… they’re eggs!”
She was still looking quite pale, so I sat in the chair next to her and said, “We don’t have a rooster… ?”
“Oh.” The color was coming back to her cheeks. “Is that so?”
I’ve never heard a cock-a-doodle-do, have you?” She laughed.A blessing I guess I’ve forgotten to count.”
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