I opened a new carton of eggs, and laughed out loud as I gazed at a very tiny egg in an end pocket… so I decided to ask him to tell me his story:
Imagine, he said, a very big noisy assembly line of large, grade AA eggs. Imagine, eggs jumping in just as designed Into cardboard cartons with a dozen nests To hold them tight for exciting travel to stores everywhere.
When I saw Mom and Pop jump in on cue I just couldn’t stand by and not jump in too.
Runt of the litter they all called me, And small as I am I barely made it as I jumped into that carton in the last open nest, just seconds ahead of that grand egg destined for the nest that I snuggled into.
OOPS, there went his white shell, as he missed the carton completely.
Hooray, I was in the same carton as Mom and Pop, But they didn’t notice me at first, until the big eggs closest to me started complaining loudly…
“No one will accept an egg of his size,” Mrs. Roundbottom said. “Besides,” she sniffed, “that runt is the reason Mr. Roundbottom is cracked, and gone forever.” She didn’t seem all that upset, really.
But she started to wiggle trying to jiggle me out. But Mom and Pop spotted me and began to shout. “Leave him alone. He’s in here now, And someone somewhere may need just one Tadpole-sized egg to finish a short omelet.”
I must admit to feeling some guilt, as I could still hear Poor Mr. Roundbottom’s cracking shell and See his splattered over-sized golden yolk.
But at last, I finally got to travel and be with my family, And to know that someone somewhere will need me, Will use me and not just toss my small self aside. For I know my small yolk is as golden as the rest.
Free to be ME… in The Great Egg Escape…YIPPEE!!!
I later learned that in a home far away in another state, the tiny egg was cracked open to be used in a child’s omelet… sadly, he had… NO YOLK! (I hope he never knows)… P.A. Liba