i. OK my friend P. was putting out the trash when she found a tiny EGG under the bench by the trash (i don't know why there's a bench by the trash, not much else to see in that part of south london i guess...)
ii. so after worrying abt it for a while and watching for parents to said egg, she picked it up — it seemed warm, and when she shook it a little it seemed to be sloshing round like a normal egg
iii. she took it indoors and wrapped it all up in cotton wool and put it safe on top of the wardrobe (she has a cat), and turned the heating on
iv. outside again a little later she noticed a NEST on the ground near the egg was, so she picked that up too and took it inside, and put everything (egg, cotton wool) in the nest, and put a napkin over it
v. every day she peeked, and when she was watching TV she often tht she heard crackling noises but nothing seemed to be emerging
vi. today she took it to the vet
vii. everyone in the vet's waiting room was fascinated and had their own theories what kind of bird it was, and the girl at reception told her she was lucky bcz today was the day the bird specialist was in
viii. after a while she went in to the see the bird specialist, and he looked and said "this is really interesting, what a weird looking egg"
ix. P: "what kind of bird is it?"
x. Specialist: "I have no idea, It's quite a strange egg. Also you know, it is cold. I don't think the chick lived."
xi. P: "Oh no! I did everything I could think of!"
xii. S: "I know! You were marvelous!! So kind! But I think it is dead. I'm sorry. I'd quite like to see inside the egg, though. Is that OK?"
xiii. P: "Well, you have to break it open. I couldn't bear to."
xiv. So the specialist got a little knife and tapped the egg, and frowned and poked at it a bit, then looked at P.
xv. S: "This egg is made of plaster of paris."
!!!
― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 6 May 2003 22:31 (twenty-two years ago)
Look at this egg I found.
http://www-koi8.machaon.ru/monolit/fab/pics/egg13.jpg
You seem like a man of the world... What kind of bird do you think is in there?
Whatever kind it is, it must prefer carriages to cars...
― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Wednesday, 7 May 2003 15:25 (twenty-two years ago)