As a matter of fact, it made all the difference in
the world. One was brown and very good to look at. The other, the
larger of the two, was white and also very good to look at. In fact,
Blacky thought it the better of the two to look at, for it was very
smooth and shiny. So, partly on this account, and partly because it
was the largest, Blacky chose the white egg. He seized it in his
claws and started to fly with it, but somehow he could not seem to
get a good grip on it. He fluttered to the ground just outside the
door, and there he got a better grip. Just as old Dandy-cock the
Rooster, with head down and all the feathers on his neck standing
out with anger, came charging at him, Blacky rose into the air and
started over the Old Orchard toward the Green Forest.
Never had Blacky felt more like cawing at the top of his lungs. You
see, he felt that he had been very smart, and I suspect that he also
felt that he had been very brave. He would have liked to boast a
little. But he didn't. He wisely held his tongue. It would be time
enough to do his boasting after he had reached a place of safety and
had eaten that egg. He was halfway across the Old Orchard when he
felt that egg beginning to slip. Now at best it isn't easy to carry
an egg without breaking it. You know how very careful you have to
be. Just imagine how Blacky felt when that egg began to slip. Do
what he would, he couldn't get a better grip on it.
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