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This Month's Story Six Eggs and a Giggle
By Margo Wayman
Abdul, the lizard, woke up, stretched and yawned. He looked up at the sky. There was not a cloud in it. It was going to be another hot spring day. He glanced at his surroundings. There wasnt much to see; a few rocks, some prickly bushes, sand and more sand.
Abdul knew hed be bored again today. For the last few days hed done nothing but sleep, catch a few flies and chase a beetle or two, but that was all. Today he wanted to do something different. He wanted to do something fun and exciting and see if he could add a little life to this dull day.
The lizard scrambled across the sand, heading towards the wide, swift, river. As he ran on the hot sand, he spotted a flamingos cone-shaped nest. There was one white egg in it. He paid no attention to it as he scooted on his way. He whipped past an ostrich nest. It was huge. It sat in a depression in the ground and was made of sticks, branches, and some leaves. He ran over to it and looked inside. There were quite a few yellowish-white eggs lying in the middle. After taking a look he ran on, passing an ibis nest that was built among some reeds, a tree with an eagles nest in the branches, another tree holding a doves nest and yet another with an owls nest buried inside the trunk. He also noticed that all the nests were unguarded. The parents must have been down at the river getting a drink or flying about looking for food.
Feeling rather mischievous, an idea came to Abduls little brain. He thought it would be really fun to switch the eggs around. He could sneak up and take an egg from each nest and put it in another birds nest. He quickly ran up one of the trees and grabbed a white egg out of the owls nest. He carefully carried it in his long scaly tail and ran down the tree. Now where should he put it? He thought about it carefully. It would be so funny to put the owls egg into the flamingos nest. He snuck over to the flamingos nest and placed the egg inside of it, taking the one large flamingo egg with him. He carried it in his tail. He giggled and snickered as he ran away from the coned nest.
He ran towards the tall tree where the eagles nest sat, firmly built between two great branches. He ran up the trunk, carefully placed the flamingos egg into the eagles nest, removed one of the eagles two spotted eggs, held it in his long scaly tail and ran down he tree. He giggled and snickered as he ran away.
After much thought, he ran across the sand, down to the riverbank where he found the ibiss nest. It was almost as big as the flamingos nest. He dropped the egg inside and took one of the ibiss eggs. It was greenish blue in color and very pretty. Abdul carried it in his tail and ran up the riverbank. He saw the tree where the flimsily built doves nest was, ran up it and put the ibis egg in it.
He picked up one of the doves pure white eggs. He ran over and put it in the ostrich nest. The egg looked so small compared to the others, but he didnt think the parents would ever notice. He picked up an ostrich egg. It was creamy colored and much bigger than the other eggs. Abdul realized that hed not be able to carry it in his tail. Using all his might, he picked the ostrich egg up and held it in his arms.
Now there was only one nest without a switched egg and that was the owls. He stood at the bottom of the tree and looked up at the hole. Another bird had pecked it out of the tree. It was a long way up to the nest. Slowly and carefully he carried the huge egg up and placed it in the owls nest, being careful not to smash the other eggs.
Abdul looked around from the top of the tree and could see all the birds heading back to their nests. He ran down and hid behind a rock. He giggled and snickered. This was going to be very funny. Hed switched eggs from all of their nests.
As each of the birds landed back in their nests they saw something was different. The owls looked at the huge egg lying amongst the other ones. Theyd never noticed how big it was before, or how it was a different color. It would be a very big owl. They shrugged their shoulders, hooted, and mother owl sat on the eggs.
The two doves flew back to their nest in the branches and saw the strange looking egg in their nest. They hadnt noticed that one of their eggs was greenish blue before. Father dove cooed and flew off, leaving mother dove to sit on the eggs.
When the eagles landed in their nest, they saw the odd looking egg . Without giving it another thought, father eagle sat on it while the other one went to find food.
The ibis, ostrich and flamingos all reacted the same way. Each of them noticed something different, but didnt pay much attention to it.
Abdul giggled and snickered. This was going to be funny when the eggs hatched. Each day he came back to see if anything had happened. Each day he chuckled.
One day there was a great commotion going on at the flamingos nest. Abdul scurried over to see what was happening. He watched from a nearby rock as father flamingo picked up his egg. It was hatching. Seeing the look on their faces as the fledgling burst from the shell sent Abdul into stitches, laughing. Father and mother flamingo were shocked. Instead of a little white-feathered baby with a red bill and long pink legs, they held a little bird with a flat face that was covered with brown fluffy down. Abdul lay on his back, his legs up in the air, holding his tummy as he laughed and laughed and laughed.
After watching for a little while, he became curious as to what was going on with the other birds. He ran over to the ostrich nest. All the eggs were hatching. There were eight creamy eggs, with little brown-feathered chicks pecking their way out. There was one small white egg. Bursting from the shell, sat a grayish-brown, feathered ball of fluff. The other chicks towered over it. Father and mother ostrich stared at the tiny chick. Mother ostrich picked it up in her hand and stared at it with a puzzling look on her face. Abdul laughed as he saw her looking at her other chicks, then back at the little dove chick. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Still curious, he made his way to the ibis nest down near the river. Two greenish blue eggs had already hatched with two ugly, dull, blackish, down-covered chicks. A bird was pecking its way out of the third egg. When if finally was free of the egg, father and mother ibis stared at it. It didnt have long legs like the other two. It had sharp talons and a short, sharp beak. Abdul laughed and laughed and laughed. He thought it was so funny.
He then went to the tree where the eagles nest was. He ran up and hid behind some leaves. The first eagle had hatched from the egg, as had the flamingo chick. Father and mother eagle were squawking, wondering how this odd looking white bird with red bill and pink legs could be theirs. The chick stared up at who he thought was his parents.
Abdul laughed and laughed and laughed. He nearly fell from the tree.
He ran down the trunk and went over to the owls nest. He ran up the trunk until he got to the hole. He peeked inside. There were four eggs in the nest. The first one to hatch was the huge ostrich egg. Mother and father owl hooted. The other three were pecking their way out, but the owls were afraid that the odd looking big bird would smash the others. Abdul laughed and laughed and laughed. He had to hold onto a large piece of bark so he wouldnt fall.
He had one more nest to visit. He thought this was all so funny. He ran to the other tree where the doves had built their flimsy nest. Both chicks were hatching together. The doves looked so happy. When the baby dove hatched, they picked it up and hugged its grayish-brown downy feathers, but when the second egg hatched, they began to coo and coo. Instead of another little brown, fluffy ball, was a huge, ugly, blackish-downed bird with long legs. Abdul laughed and laughed and laughed. Hed never had so much fun in his life.
Meanwhile, all the father birds, who were so confused, flew down to the river to get a drink of water. They began telling each other about their unusual babies and soon they discovered what had happened. Each father bird went to the other nests, found their babies and took them back to their nests, much to the relief of the mothers.
Abdul watched the exchanges. He began to realize that perhaps what hed done wasnt that funny after all. He even began to feel sorry for what hed done. Never again would he switch eggs in the nests.
The next week when Abdul went for a walk, he saw the flamingos with their new baby, standing in the river, near the bank. They seemed so happy with their new chick. Abdul smiled.
He saw the ostriches with their nine new chicks walking along, bobbing their heads up and down on their long necks. Abdul smiled.
The ibis family was down at the river too with all three of their chicks. They were beautiful birds, with their long curved bills. They looked so happy together. Abdul smiled.
Up in the air the eagles soared above. The two chicks followed, flapping their wings madly, trying to fly. Abdul smiled.
Near the old hole-riddled tree were the owls. Mother and father owl were hooting, and the four little owls were hooting little hoots. Abdul thought is was so cute. He smiled.
The doves came flapping above him. He looked up to see the little grayish brown chicks flapping their wings just like their parents. He felt so happy. All the chicks were back with their families.
Lost In The Desert
By Margo Wayman
The rock dropped to the bottom of the well, and landed with a splash when it hit the water. Rabin, a beautiful little girl with dark brown eyes and hair as dark as the midnight sky, laughed when she saw the water geyser up, then watched silently as the rock slowly sank to the stone lined bottom. She raised her eyes and looked around on the ground for another pebble. Seeing no other, Rabin skipped off towards the tent, where she lived. As she approached it she saw that the goatskin walls had been raised to let the air circulate throughout. Summer in the Egyptian desert could be unbearably hot and what breezes came along were precious and to be taken advantage of. Rabins tent was one of several in a small village in the arid desert, southwest of Cairo. Not many people ever came to the village to visit, but now and then a camel train would pass through and stop to fill their canteens with fresh water from the well or nearby pond. There werent many trees about nor much other vegetation, but an acacia tree sprouted up now and then near the small pond that was formed by springs bubbling forth from the parched earth.
Surrounding the village were several dirt paths. Rabin loved to walk down them. One led to the pond, another led to some of the other villagers tents and one led to where the small black and brown goats grazed. Other paths just seemed to wander off into nowhere.
Sometimes shed ask her friends, Karim and Yasmine, to come and play with her. One day, as they were walking along one of the sandy trails, they came to an area where it was thick with acacia trees. Rabin saw something moving off the side of the path. She looked carefully and saw that it was a furry rabbit. It was brown with gray patches. It looked thin and hungry. She wanted to follow it but her mother had told her never to leave the path; it was dangerous. Shed warned Rabin that she might get hurt or lost and sometimes there were wild animals lingering about. But Rabin wanted to catch that rabbit.
Suddenly she ran off the trail, following the rabbit through the rocks that jutted out of the sandy soil. Karim and Yasmine tried to call her back, but she wouldnt listen. The rabbit hopped over a dead tree, so Rabin followed it. It ran up a small hill, so did Rabin. It leapt through a wide wadi, as did Rabin. It was when the rabbit jumped into some thorny bushes that Rabin lost sight of it.
She sat down in the shade of a tree. It felt good to rest. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. In the tree above her hung a rather large beehive. As Rabin sat there, unaware of the hive, she noticed a lot of bees gathering around her. They were buzzing back and forth. She swooshed them away but more kept coming. Rabin didnt like bees. She jumped up and ran as fast as she could.
She ran and ran and ran and soon realized that she was lost. Nothing looked familiar to her. Where were Karim and Yasmine? Why hadnt she listened to what her mother had said? She should have obeyed her. Now she was lost. She sat down on a rock and started to cry.
As she sobbed, she heard a hissing sound. It sounded like air gushing out of a full balloon. She looked around at the ground; then she saw it. It was a cobra. It was coiled up and its tongue was flickering in and out of its mouth. Its head was flat and wobbled back and forth as if dancing to a snake charmers flute. Rabin jumped up on top of the rock and watched the snake. It slithered about on the ground. It even went around the bottom of the rock she stood on, but then, much to her relief, it slinked away. Now she really began to cry. She was very frightened.
Making sure the cobra was nowhere to be found she hopped off the rock and started running back the way she came. She soon arrived back at the wadi. She walked along its path that had been made many years ago by spring rains flowing towards the Nile River. The water was long gone and all that remained was the dried riverbed. She was walking along and saw something move. Her heart leapt with joy as she thought it was the rabbit. Maybe, if she followed it again, it would lead her back to Yasmine and Karim. She ran over to it and was disappointed to see it was a small fox, reddish brown with a bushy tail. It scurried off into the bushes when she came too close.
Feeling sad, she hung her head down and walked along. She noticed tracks in the wadi, odd-looking tracks, like a crocodiles. She couldnt see a crocodile! There must have been one here when the river was flowing through it. But, not wanting to take a chance that there was still one lingering nearby, she ran quickly down the wadi.
After what seemed like hours, Rabin felt tired, hungry and afraid. The sun was beginning to set below the horizon. The sky glowed a beautiful orange and red color, but she didnt want to be alone in the dark. She sat down in the sand, too tired to move. She lay her head on her hands and fell asleep.
She woke up a little while later to find the rabbit shed been chasing, standing near her head. Its little black nose was wet and rubbing against her cheek. Rabin stood up slowly. The rabbit didnt run away. She reached down to pet it and it moved a little further away. It wanted Rabin to follow it.
She walked slowly and followed the rabbit back down the wadi, past the crocodile tracks, past the place where shed seen the fox, past the rock where the cobra had slithered and past the tree filled with angry bees. She followed the hopping rabbit through the rocky soil. The rabbit suddenly stopped. Rabin heard her name being called, "Rabin. Where are you?" It was her father.
She called out, "Im here. Im here." Soon her father found her, picked her up in his arms and hugged her tightly.
Where were you, Rabin? Weve been worried about you. Yasmine and Karim told us youd wandered off the path. You know you arent supposed to do that," her father scolded.
"I know, Father. I am sorry that I disobeyed. Ill never leave the path again," she apologized. She turned and looked for the rabbit. Where did it go? She saw it running off into the acacia trees. She smiled, took her fathers hand then walked back home.
By Margo Wayman
Farso croaked monotonously as he sat on the lotus pad. Flies were buzzing all around him. He thought of trying to catch another with his long, sticky tongue, but it seemed too much