Once upon a time, there was a rooster, and the rooster woke up one morning and discovered that an egg was underneath him. He got up and said, "Roosters do not lay eggs," and then he paused and thought very hard, which is a difficult thing for roosters to do, and then he added, "At least, I have never heard of a rooster laying an egg before," and the rooster thought harder still, and then he said, "Yes, I'm quite sure that roosters do not lay eggs." And the egg said, "Well, if you're sure, then I'm sure," and the rooster said, "Good. Then we are in agreement," and the egg said, "But the fact remains, I am here, and so someone must have laid me," and the rooster said, "Don't get smart with your elders, boy, it ain't respectful," and the egg said, "I did not mean to be disrespectful," and the rooster said, "I told you to cut it out," and the egg said, "Ok," but the rooster said, "You don't exist, and that's that." The egg was silent for moment, but youth is petulant, and finally it could contain itself no longer, and indeed it quite abruptly ceased at doing just that, for the egg cracked, and a baby chick emerged and said, "I will not be denied!" and the rooster said, "Why, that was an awfully short incubation period," and the chick said, "Why, yes it was," and the cracked eggshell said, "Ow." The rooster and the chick lived happily ever after, but they never did figure out how a rooster managed to lay an egg. Mrs. Pickawaddle the Chicken knew very well, however, for it was she who slipped the egg underneath the rooster when he was sleeping.