The Egg Named Daisy
by Farmer Laura
On our farm there are black and white chickens that lay brown eggs.
Every morning Farmer Larry opens the door to the hen house so the chickens can spend the day happily scratching in the dirt and grass in our orchard. Oh how they love the bugs, worms, grass and dandelion leaves. That’s what makes the egg yolks so bright yellow-orange in those brown eggs.
Every night Farmer Larry and Farmer Laura make sure every chicken is safe in the hen house before the door is closed safely for the night. Raccoons, weasels, owls, fox and other wild animals can’t get into the hen house and hurt the chickens. Farmer Larry built that house very carefully.
Every day Farmer Larry takes the big basket to gather the eggs.
Those hens lay their eggs everywhere–in the hen house, all around the orchard. Every day is like an Easter Egg Hunt but the chickens are the ones hiding the eggs! Sometimes the eggs are great big and have two bright yellow-orange yolks.
Most of the time they are just the right size and every once in a while there is a little tiny one almost shaped like a ping-pong ball.
One day Farmer Larry gathered the eggs and, oh, there it was. There was one of those tiny little eggs with all the other eggs just the right size.
Tiny little eggs are important and good too. Farmer Laura took that tiny little egg and very carefully washed it. Then she wrapped it safely in some soft thin paper, very gently put it in a little green bag, closed the bag and put it all in the refrigerator. The next day Farmer Laura took that tiny egg, in the little green bag to her friend. Farmer Laura’s friend has a little girl named Sarah. Sarah loves to eat eggs. But, when Sarah saw the little egg in the little green bag she didn’t want to eat that egg. She named that little egg Daisy.
Right away Sarah told her Mom that she wanted Daisy to grow up to be a chicken. Mom gently explained to Sarah that Daisy couldn’t grow up to be a chicken because Daisy got cold and could only be an egg and would taste just as good as the big eggs. Sarah wanted to eat eggs for breakfast but did NOT want to eat Daisy.
Sarah would take Daisy out of the refrigerator, carefully hold her and sing to her, dance around the house with her. It scared Sarah’s Mom when Sarah danced with Daisy. Mom was afraid Sarah would drop Daisy. That would be messy. Sometimes Sarah would take Daisy out of the refrigerator and hold her while Sarah watched TV!
When Daisy had been in the refrigerator for almost four weeks Mom carefully explained to Sarah that Daisy wouldn’t be a good egg if she stayed in the refrigerator any longer and it was time to eat Daisy. Sarah thought very carefully for a long time. Daisy was so fun to hold and sing to, dance around the house with her in her hand and watch TV. Daisy wouldn’t be any fun if she wasn’t a good egg anymore. Sarah gave a big sigh and talked to Mom. Sarah decided it would be okay to have Daisy’s shell cracked open and Daisy cooked for breakfast. Sarah didn’t want Daisy to be scrambled though. Sarah’s Mom carefully cracked Daisy’s very thick shell and put Daisy in the skillet. Sarah’s eyes opened wide. Daisy looked like the other eggs in the skillet except Daisy was smaller. Daisy’s yolk looked like a yellow-orange marble in the middle of a small white pond of egg white.
Yummmmm, Daisy tasted so good. Sarah was so happy that she decided to eat Daisy while she was still a good egg. Sarah was so happy that she had Daisy to sing to, dance and watch TV with. Sarah was so glad that she had so much fun with the little egg named Daisy.
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