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This one time,
when I was younger,
I had an encounter
with a blue robin's egg.

I was about six,
and was walking up my street,
wearing nothing on my bear feet.
It was the night after a storm.

I was hyper,
and started goofing around.
This was when I found
the little blue egg.

I look up and saw,
several feet above me,
a bird's nest in a tree.
That was where the egg fell from.

I knelt a little and
carefully put my hands around
the egg, and lifted it off the ground.
I then started walking back home.

I walked slowly,
and at a steady pace.
I wan't going to race
home and risk dropping my egg!

When I finally got home,
I showed my mom my find,
which was, in my mind,
now mine.

So we got a box,
placing a cloth that was red,
inside for my egg's bed,
and then I was almost done.

So I closed the box,
so my egg would be protected by it,
like a ball in a baseball mit.
But it didn't work.

I had pushed too hard,
and the flaps closed too much.
I suddenly heard a crunch!
I flung the flaps back open.

The sight was horrible!
To my horror,
my egg was no more.
I had killed my baby robin!