WHAT THE EGG SAID

In a shop today I asked if the eggs were free-range. She rolled them across the floor and said “yes”.

Then one hit my shoe where it exploded. A chicken appeared who had been treading water for some time in an effort to keep from drowning and it was relieved to get out. It looked me in the eye and said, “when your range is contained within the boundaries of an egg shell I don’t call that free-range. It ruffled it’s wet feathers and one fell out. Then as the door swung open and the next customer entered it quickly wobbled out into the road where it was run over and flattened on the wheel of a passing car.


Than a very strange and out-or-the-ordinary thing happened. The car turned into a giant hen that few up into the sky even though hens usually can’t fly. This was its way of jumping the lights I suppose. Chick over chat I shouldn’t wonder.


“Why…” said the woman who had now resumed her place behind the counter; that one grew up fast. But that I suppose is the way of youngsters these days.”

Then she turned to her next customer who was a man with no hair on his head who had forgotten what he had come in for. And so the conversation was halted at that point and never continued.

Just as I was leaving he remembered and said, “ah yes I’ve lost my hair and I’ve a feeling I lost some of it here” then, searching around him he spotted the tiny feather still on the floor, picked it up and said, “Ah yes”.