One day in early spring, Calliope turned to admire her freshly laid, white egg. “What lovely eggs I have,” she told Hector. “I would like to keep one someday.”
“Yes, dear,” said Hector, preening his shiny tail feathers.
The next morning when Farmer Bean came to collect the eggs, Calliope sat down, ker-PLOP, on top of her egg to hide it.
Farmer Bean wasn't fooled. He patted her head fondly before reaching under her to collect the egg.
“Hmmph,” said Calliope. “He found it!”
The next day, Calliope tried again. “I am immovable,” she told Hector. “When Farmer Bean comes to take my egg today, I will be ready for him.”
“Yes, dear,” said Hector. He tilted his head to admire his comb.
Calliope hunched down on her egg and…
