It must be February - anything but snow - My sister eamiled me: "One day in the distant future we will reminisce about the good old days when chickens produced eggs – and they were so much better than the modern ones produced by windmills! Even if the modern ones have propellers and can fly right from the box to the pot of boiling water on the stove. And those eggs that go bad and fly right at you and you have to dodge fast just to avoid egg in the face! Makes opening the fridge in the morning quite an adventure!
PS How about flyingeggs ?"
Isn't there something beautiful about an egg? Get cracking.
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