I give up, Trixie; you win.
The first fart egg was funny. I sent it to school with Stepdaughter the Younger for show and tell, so her classmates could learn that eggs don’t out come perfectly uniform and clean in a carton; chickens are people, too, and sometimes accidents happen.
The second one was a warning: this could be for real. And this morning, first thing, came the third one, announcing that this issue isn’t going away anytime soon.
Here they are, in order of lay, from left to right. Yes, I’ve kept them. What was I going to do…cook them? SELL them?!
Now, ya just gotta give it to her: look how unalike they are! It’s hard to believe these three fart eggs all came from the same butt. That is one highly creative butt, I think we can all agree.