Room15’s blog

The Three Big Bad Eggs

Once upon a time there was  a farmer who always, I mean always had eggs for breakfast. The hen house which the farmer owned was very dull. It only had about two hens in it which only laid about one egg a day.

But one day: Pop, Pop, Pop, three eggs were laid. Each egg was a different colour. One was brown, one was white and the last one was spotty. These eggs were very cheeky.

“When the farmer comes let’s quickly jump out and run away said the brown egg.”

 “Let’s do it” said the white egg. The spotty egg just sat there smiling his evil smile.

When the farmer had got dressed he started walking down to the hen house singing “Old Macdonald had a farm, eieio and on that farm he had some hens eieio…”

“He’s coming” said the white egg.

“Get ready” said the brown egg.

The spotty egg just sat there smiling with his evil smile.

“That guy freaks me out” said the brown egg.

“Me too” said the white egg.

The farmer was getting closer, CREAK! The farmer lifted the lid of the hen house.

“NOW” cried the white egg.

The eggs jumped out of the hen house and onto the long grass that grew around the hen house as though it was strangling it.

“At least that was a soft landing” said the white egg.

When the farmer saw the eggs had escaped he shouted: “HEY COME BACK”.

But by the time the farmer had shut the lid the eggs were rolling out of sight. The farmer would never give up his breakfast and he ran straight after them.

“There they are” said the farmer. The eggs were by the shearing shed where the sheep were waiting to be sheered…

LM