Mild signs of an in-coming storm welcomes the next following day. Right now, I’m in charger of collecting eggs. The thing I dread the most. I take a steady breath, staring beyond at my doom. But I should be fine. I’ve faced more hardships in my years of living. This should be a piece of cake. And in any case a chicken decides to s*******r me, I won’t hesitate to take actions.
Hesitantly, I step into the ginormous den surrounded by hens resting in their nests. The area reeks of animals but not to the extent that can bring a headache. If I act fast, I can leave this place quickly. Upon stumbling the first little nesting box, I don’t give a second thought before reaching for the eggs beneath a sleeping hen. It doesn’t react violently to me popping into its personal bubble. I sigh in relief,
