Sometimes…I wonder what would have happened if I were born in a poultry. Would I have been a human or a chick? What if I had been a chick…not the ‘pretty-chick` kind of chick…but the egg-laying kind.
Guess, I would have just decorated the wire cage in a chicken stall until it was my time to decorate Sunday`s lunch plate.
But what if I were left to be an egg…perhaps…to decorate a Monday morning breakfast plate. Would my brothers and sisters worry about me when I became an omelet? Maybe. Maybe not.
Here is a visual on what might happen if I were born a chick and left to be an egg….
THE BLOGGERS MEET – PART TWO is being withheld by the censors. To be released shortly. Â