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| The Perfect Egg |
| Tiny Mary Minimum, was searching for an egg. Her quest, to seek perfection, with a spool upon her leg. Reeled on the spool, set yards of string, to keep from getting lost. She tied it to her bedpost, in case her trip became engrossed. She journeyed down the bedroom stairs. The fridge was her first stop. With gentle hands she grabbed two eggs, examining the crop. She placed them in her basket, than out the door she traveled. While all along the string attached, began to come unraveled. Just outside her little home, a tree stood tall and strong. Upon that tree she eyed a nest, while hearing birds sing-song. She grabbed a branch, began her climb, Until she reached the nest. Two eggs she took. A perfect find, the birds shall have no rest. So once again she trotted on. She traveled to and fro. Now she reached a river bank, where life is on the go. She sat upon a rock of gold, and saw a turtle scratching earth. The eggs it laid and buried there, with hopes of newborn birth. When the turtle went away, she brushed away the ground. And down beneath the grains of dirt two eggs more she found. She traversed through her native land, still searching for an egg. Her quest, to seek perfection, with a spool upon her leg. Her egg collection became great. Her string had reached afar. Yet still across the ocean blue, more treasured eggs located are. Upon a ship she sought to sail, to satisfy her need. The perfect egg eluded her, So, onward she?d proceed. Now news of her collecting eggs, was spread throughout the land. So people thought they?d help her out, And give her eggs by hand. She collected by the thousands. Abundantly she had. Yet, still there was the missing egg, the one to make her glad. So onward she persisted, still searching for the one. She searched the planet over, and still she wasn?t done. She thought," It?s time to head for home", collecting on the way. She made her worldly circle, And ended home that day. She came upon the back door, And entered home alas. Had her journey ended, with all the eggs amass? She had them all. Her quest was done. No kinds were left to seek. She walked up to her bedroom, feeling sort of weak. Her mother heard her stirring, inside her bedroom walls. She went to see her daughter, and see what she?d recall. ?I?m glad your back, my Tiny Mary. I?ve missed you in this house," was all her mom had said to her, while straightening her blouse. ?I?ve failed my quest, my mother dear. I never found the perfect egg. For all the time that I was missing, Your forgiveness I now beg." ?But daughter dear. I?m sure you know. The egg you sought was here. You?ll never find a better one. Not even over there." With those words, her Dad came home. Overjoyed, is how he was. ?Tiny Mary. We had missed you so. We missed you just because.? So after tears of joy had passed, and things were back to norm. The reunited family, turned the radio on. The radio had stated," A worldly storm, was brewing, but not the weather type. A bunch of string is now ensuing. World chaos is the gripe!" So with those words our Mary knew, she?d have to make things right. Now once again she left the house, to free the world of blight. She placed upon her leg that spool, to track her past done deed. And all the eggs collected, were now returned in speed. Her saga now had finished, with the journey she?d begun. Be it egg or something other, neglecting perfection. If it?s superficiality, You might be searching for. Check inside your feelings, don?t try the other door. So, if you're looking for a morale, and your searching for a star. Just be happy that you're you, Be happy who you are! |
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