A true story about eggs

My brothers’ friend, named Martin, who now lives in Attleborough was really annoying everyone with his chicken stories – but all these stories consisted of were about how many eggs his chickens had laid.

The final straw was when he started giving the eggs away to his friends as he could not eat them all.

So Matt, my brother, broke into Martin’s garden one evening, and replaced all the eggs that he had been given; with one difference – he had hard boiled then all.

The next morning Martin collected his eggs from the chicken coop and was delighted to see he had a record number of eggs; but didn’t know that half of these were hard boiled.

Martin was so proud of his hens and the eggs, he decided to take the “fresh” eggs down to the fire station where he worked, so he could hand them out to his work mates, still blissfully ignorant that half of the eggs were hard boiled.

The day after he had handed them out, his work mates starting asking Martin about the eggs, all thinking that he was taking the pish by giving them hard boiled eggs. He couldn’t believe that his hens had laid hard-boiled eggs, even though he swore blind that he had collected them all personally that morning from the chicken coop.

It took him months to work out exactly what had happened.

Posted By: KentonCanary, Sep 7, 13:08:50