He
doubted if anybody else ever had, either. He had hammered at it with
his stout bill until he was afraid that he would break that, instead
of the egg. The more he tried to break into it and couldn't, the
hungrier he grew, and the more certain that nothing else in all the
world could possibly taste so good. But the Old Orchard was not the
place for him to work on that egg. In the first place, it was too
near Farmer Brown's house. This made Blacky uneasy. You see, he had
something of a guilty conscience. Not that he felt at all a sense of
having done wrong. To his way of thinking, if he were smart enough
to get that egg, he had just as much right to it as any one else,
particularly Farmer Brown's boy. Yet he wasn't at all sure that
Farmer Brown's boy would look at the matter quite that way. In fact,
he had a feeling that Farmer Brown's boy would call him a thief if
he should be discovered with that egg. Then, too, there were too
many sharp eyes in the Old Orchard. He wanted to get away where he
could be sure of being alone. Then if he couldn't break that shell,
no one would be the wiser. So he picked up the egg and flew straight
over to the Green Forest, and this time he managed to get there
without dropping it.
Now you would never suspect Blacky the Crow, he of the sharp wits
and crafty ways, of being amused by bright things, would you? But he
is. In fact, Blacky is quite like a little child in this
matter.
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