THE ENORMOUS EGG

Chapter one

My NAME IS ISSAH SIEDU, BUT I Can't help that. It's a kind of a funny name, but I've had it for twelve years, and I'm pretty much used to it by now. And I guess a lot of other folks have got used to it too, after the thing that happened up here in freedom last summer. that's the name of the town I live-in Freedom, New Hampshire. It's just a little town, with a few houses all along one street, and a*****e and a church, and not much else. Oh yes, and a school. I almost forgot that. We're only about three miles from the Maine state line, but pop says Freedom's just as much a part of our state as Concord is, and somebody has to live near the state of Maine.

My pop runs a newspaper here in town. It's called the Freedom sentinel, and it comes out once a week. We mail out a lot of copies to people in Effingham and Center Ossipee and places like that. I guess the paper doesn't make much money but we have some chickens and a goat and a vegetable garden and that help out.

But I want to tell you about this thing that happened to us. I don't know just where to begin. I guess I better go back to last spring, when Mrs Parsons began leaving her window open. You see, she sleeps with her bedroom window shut all winter, but when it warms up again in May , she begins leaving her window open at night. pop always waits for Mrs. Parsons to open that window before he plants his beans. He says it's more dependable than the almanac.

Anyway, here house is next to ours, and her window looks out