"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899



I found it but someone took all the eggs out!


I’ll save it for latter. You never know when you might find an egg.


I’m just going to lie here and think about eggs.


I cannot chat with you just at the moment, you see, I have an egg in my mouth. I’ve been carrying it around for quite a while. It used to belong to the chicken who lives on the other side of the fence. She left it there just close enough for me to reach through the fence and pull it over. So what was I to do? I couldn’t just leave it there, could I?


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