handle with care

7.

Oh my gosh! This can't be. It hasn't even been an hour since I came home and my egg is already broken. Poor Eggy, I wasn't a good father to him. I have to think fast. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. My heart is racing, I gotta make up my mind. The stamp wasn't that intricate. And I'm a pretty good artist if I do say so myself. I go grab an egg out of the fridge and get to work. Slowly and carefully drawing the "stamp" where I remembered it. I think I'll get away with this.