The other morning, when the sun was sleeping in and I was wishing I was too, I looked outside to see what all the racket was. The tree behind our house was loaded with birds! I could only imagine it was a bunch of females all sharing their pregnancy and birthing* stories as nobody was taking turns, they were all talking at once, and all trying to make their story sound more dramatic than the others! "Is that so? Well, I popped out thirteen eggs and one of them weighed fifteen ounces and to top it off he was breach". "No way..." "Yeah way, the big side of the egg came out first! And not only that, but his beak was already poking out, do you know the pain that causes a mama down there?! And the midhen had the nerve to tell me to stop getting my feathers so ruffled!"
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Easiest thing you'll ever make!
*p.s. I guess birds don't really "birth"... therefore they would have "laying" stories, not "birthing" ones.