Duckling was playing with a duck egg in her church clothes. Suddenly, I realized that it was a bad egg from Aretha’s nest. 
I gently popped it, hoping it didn’t spray far. Not thinking about the dog rolling in it afterwards.
I gently popped it, hoping it didn’t spray far. Not thinking about the dog rolling in it afterwards.
He ate the egg shell. I have to bathe him again now that he’s licked himself.
