Farmer Smith’s EGGceptional Chickens

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Easter Eggs

Farmer Smith had raised chickens for most of his life, but he had never come across a group quite as puzzling as the hens he had just received from a friend. There were 10 of them, and they were delivered in a crate with a note attached that said:

Dear Farmer Smith,
These chickens were abandoned on my property. At first, they seemed like perfectly good chickens, so I thought maybe I could sell their eggs. But something is wrong with their eggs, and I don’t think anyone will want to buy them. I thought maybe you might know what to do with these gals.
Yours Truly,
Farmer Johnson

“What could possibly be wrong with these chickens that they’d lay eggs that no one would want to buy?” Farmer Smith thought to himself.

Not knowing what to do, Farmer Smith took the chickens into the barn with the rest of his hens and planned to investigate later.

The 10 hens cowered in the corner of the barn. To them, it looked like there must have been 1,000 hens in there. Each one primly perched on her own roost, ready to produce perfect eggs as always. The new hens looked at each other.

“Something tells me these girls might not be very welcoming once they figure out our secret,” muttered Ermine, the bravest of the group.

“What do you mean ‘figure it out’?” squawked Ernestine. “Surely they can already tell we’re a little different!”

The new hens glanced around the barn and noticed that all the other chickens were staring at them. One very assertive hen hopped down off her perch and approached the new group. “Look how interesting these new girls are,” the hen said to the others in the barn. “Look at those green legs, and that pea comb on their heads, and look at those muffs! You can barely see their faces under all those feathers! I wonder what their eggs look like!”

The other hens clucked and chuckled in agreement.

“We’re very friendly and produce great eggs,” Ermine spoke up. The other new hens looked nervously at each other. “You just wait, and we’ll show you.”

The next day, Farmer Smith ventured out to his coop to collect that morning’s eggs. His established hens presented their eggs to him and he spoke approvingly to each of them. When he got to the new group of hens, he smiled and said, “Okay ladies, let’s see what these eggs look like.”

Nervously, the hens moved away from their perches. Farmer Smith was shocked by what he saw. There, right in front of him, was a whole collection of multicolored eggs, some of them in colors he had never seen before! There were green eggs, blue eggs, olive eggs and teal eggs, some were colored like mint candies, and others were soft pink like cotton candy.

“What on earth am I going to do with these!” he exclaimed. “They’re beautiful, but so unusual. Will anyone actually want to eat them?”

The other hens stared wide-eyed at the new birds.

As Farmer Smith set up his egg stand that afternoon, he carefully placed all the multicolored eggs together in a basket and labeled them “Specialty Eggs—pretty to look at and good enough to eat!”

A young boy and his mother stopped by his stand, and the boy was immediately drawn to the brightly colored eggs. “Look at these eggs, mommy. All those colors remind me of springtime and Easter.”

Farmer Smith, realizing the opportunity, smiled brightly and said, “Well, that’s exactly what they are—Easter Eggs!”

The mother and son bought every last egg of unusual color that Farmer Smith had to use in an Easter celebration they were having at their church.

Before Farmer Smith knew it, he was selling the eggs faster than the new hens could make them. Within a week, word had spread across town about Farmer Smith and his perfect Easter eggs.

Ermine, Ernestine, Eartha, Eloise, Elizabeth, Eunice, Emilie, Edith, Evangeline and Edna had become Farmer Smith’s famous Easter Egg Chickens.

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  1. forex robot

    March 31, 2010 at 8:46 pm

    Great information! I’ve been looking for something like this for a while now. Thanks!

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