Fringed Eggs by Uisneagh

I was walking home from my granny’s house one day, it was winter so it was dark it was almost pitch black but I could see the grass flickering in the moonlight. I was drawing eggs with faces and most of them had a fringe for no reason at all. When I got home, I washed and prepared those fringed egg beauties for munching and let my belly enjoy the fantastical fringed egg feast.¬† However during that same pitch black dark night my poor rumbling¬† belly didn’t thank me for over munching the not so fantastical fringed egg explosive feast!!!

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