Oh, my, no! Blacky is too clever to do
anything like that. He flew toward the Green Forest. When he knew
that he was out of sight of those in the cornfield, he turned and
flew over to the Old Orchard, and from the top of one of the old
apple-trees he studied the henyard and the barnyard and Farmer
Brown's house and the barn, to make absolutely sure that there was
no danger near. When he was quite sure, he silently flew down into
the henyard as he had done many times before. He pretended to be
looking for scattered grains of corn, but all the time he was edging
nearer and nearer to the open door of the henhouse. At last he could
see the box with the hay in it. He walked right up to the open door
and peered inside. There was nothing to be afraid of that he could
see. Still he hesitated. He did hate to go inside that door, even
for a minute, and that is all it would take to fly up to that nest
and get one of those eggs.
Blacky closed his eyes for just a second, and when he did that he
seemed to see himself eating one of those eggs. "What are you afraid
of?" he muttered to himself as he opened his eyes. Then with a
hurried look in all directions, he flew up to the edge of the
box. There lay the two eggs!
CHAPTER XXXI: An Egg That Wouldn't Behave
If you had an egg and it wouldn't behave
Just what would you do with that egg, may I ask?
To make an egg do what it don't want to do
Strikes me like a difficult sort of a task.
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