Name: Mack
Gender: Male
What are those eggs???:
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Mack is a lonely, laid back farmer that takes the long road when doing things. 'Meandering Mack' the folks around would call him, for he always took his sweet time in everything he did. From milking the cows to buying a granola bar at the store, he would always be slow and easy going. This sloth like manner didn't make him lazy in anyway but more humble, meek if you will, because everyone knew that he was a hard worker. Even if the job was slow, in the end it would be worth it.
As Mack was collecting eggs from his chickens, he noticed that a few were hatching. He decided to take them in his home and let them hatch safely inside while he went along and did his chores. After a long day he came back to his home exhausted, collapsing in his favorite chair. Something wasn't right about the chair though. It wasn't its usual soft and plump cushion, but had a few lumps. And the lumps were moving!
"What in tarnation?" Mack said in annoyed voice as he got up to assess the problem.
What was beneath his bottom were the eggs he brought from outside. They were walking around on their tooth pick legs which seemed to be the only thing that came from hatching. He gathered them up and set them on his lap, puzzled. Why only legs? The eggs seemed to be getting used to them just fine, but where was the rest of it?
He went to the vet the next day and asked about the situation.
"It seems that the chicks inside are attached to the egg." The vet informed.
"Cant we jus' pull em' out?" Mack asked. He picked up the egg and began to pull on the legs just as the doctor gently stopped him.
"Oh no no! Don't do that. Its a deformity that they have where they grew apart of the egg. Removing them from it could hurt them."
Mack scratched his head, not understanding how, but accepted the knowledge anyway.
He returned home, eggs in hand and took a further look at the things. All he saw was an egg, and two holes with legs.
His stomach growled and he looked at the basket of eggs he collected earlier in the day.... Maybe not the best time, he thought.
"Speaking of food, what yah guys even eat? More better question, how DO yah eat?"
Having no mouth seemed to be the major problem, and Mack believed every living thing deserved a good meal. He tried apple sauce first, placing the goop onto of an egg, thinking it might absorb it. Sadly no, but annoyed the creature no less. He then tried poking a hole in the shell with a screw driver, but the eggs didn't like that. They squirmed and kicked, so he gave up quickly on that idea. He didn't know what more to do, so he put the bowl of apple sauce on the table and sighed.
"I just don't know how to help yah fellas." He said in defeat. An egg slowly came up to the bowl and jumped inside, sitting in the sweet apple mush. Mack picked it up and set it away from the bowl, wiping it off with his sleeve. "Don't want you dirty yah rascal." Another egg went into the bowl and nestled itself in the food, then another as Mack took care of the first. He looked back to check on the other two and took them out, but they came right back to sit in the apple sauce. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "What is up with you three?" He then realized, the more the eggs sat in the sauce, the more it started to disappear. Pieces got together in Mack's head and he soon figured out that the holes in the eggs shell are what is sucking out the stuff. When the food was gone they hopped out and danced around as if it was a 'full belly' jig.
"Heh, well I guess we got it all worked out huh?" He lined up the eggs to inspect them, wondering what to do with them next. "How about we give y'all names?" He put a finger on the first one. "Eddy." Then the second. "Eggy." Finally on the last, which was sitting in a relaxed position. "Erm.. how about Bill. You seem like the Bill type." Mack wasn't good with names, but the three eggs didn't know that, and they seemed pretty happy with what they were given. They snuggled up against his hand as if to thank him and he awkwardly petted his new companions.
From then on, the three shell pals were his helpers. Mack would bring them everywhere, and even though people around would stare, he would grin with joy as if they were his children. Some asked questions, such as 'Are they dangerous?' or "Where did you get them?'. The most asked question was, 'What is that!?'
For he would reply... 'They're chicks of course. They're just really attached to their shell, thats all."
As Mack was collecting eggs from his chickens, he noticed that a few were hatching. He decided to take them in his home and let them hatch safely inside while he went along and did his chores. After a long day he came back to his home exhausted, collapsing in his favorite chair. Something wasn't right about the chair though. It wasn't its usual soft and plump cushion, but had a few lumps. And the lumps were moving!
"What in tarnation?" Mack said in annoyed voice as he got up to assess the problem.
What was beneath his bottom were the eggs he brought from outside. They were walking around on their tooth pick legs which seemed to be the only thing that came from hatching. He gathered them up and set them on his lap, puzzled. Why only legs? The eggs seemed to be getting used to them just fine, but where was the rest of it?
He went to the vet the next day and asked about the situation.
"It seems that the chicks inside are attached to the egg." The vet informed.
"Cant we jus' pull em' out?" Mack asked. He picked up the egg and began to pull on the legs just as the doctor gently stopped him.
"Oh no no! Don't do that. Its a deformity that they have where they grew apart of the egg. Removing them from it could hurt them."
Mack scratched his head, not understanding how, but accepted the knowledge anyway.
He returned home, eggs in hand and took a further look at the things. All he saw was an egg, and two holes with legs.
His stomach growled and he looked at the basket of eggs he collected earlier in the day.... Maybe not the best time, he thought.
"Speaking of food, what yah guys even eat? More better question, how DO yah eat?"
Having no mouth seemed to be the major problem, and Mack believed every living thing deserved a good meal. He tried apple sauce first, placing the goop onto of an egg, thinking it might absorb it. Sadly no, but annoyed the creature no less. He then tried poking a hole in the shell with a screw driver, but the eggs didn't like that. They squirmed and kicked, so he gave up quickly on that idea. He didn't know what more to do, so he put the bowl of apple sauce on the table and sighed.
"I just don't know how to help yah fellas." He said in defeat. An egg slowly came up to the bowl and jumped inside, sitting in the sweet apple mush. Mack picked it up and set it away from the bowl, wiping it off with his sleeve. "Don't want you dirty yah rascal." Another egg went into the bowl and nestled itself in the food, then another as Mack took care of the first. He looked back to check on the other two and took them out, but they came right back to sit in the apple sauce. He sighed, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head. "What is up with you three?" He then realized, the more the eggs sat in the sauce, the more it started to disappear. Pieces got together in Mack's head and he soon figured out that the holes in the eggs shell are what is sucking out the stuff. When the food was gone they hopped out and danced around as if it was a 'full belly' jig.
"Heh, well I guess we got it all worked out huh?" He lined up the eggs to inspect them, wondering what to do with them next. "How about we give y'all names?" He put a finger on the first one. "Eddy." Then the second. "Eggy." Finally on the last, which was sitting in a relaxed position. "Erm.. how about Bill. You seem like the Bill type." Mack wasn't good with names, but the three eggs didn't know that, and they seemed pretty happy with what they were given. They snuggled up against his hand as if to thank him and he awkwardly petted his new companions.
From then on, the three shell pals were his helpers. Mack would bring them everywhere, and even though people around would stare, he would grin with joy as if they were his children. Some asked questions, such as 'Are they dangerous?' or "Where did you get them?'. The most asked question was, 'What is that!?'
For he would reply... 'They're chicks of course. They're just really attached to their shell, thats all."
Top: Eddy \\ Middle: Eggy \\ Bottom: Bill (Chillll Bill)
