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and boa； but then I made the most amazing
discovery—chickens lay eggs！ Beautiful； shiny； creamy white eggs！ I first found one under
Bonnie； then Clyde—whom I immediately renamed
Clydette—and one more in Florence's bed。 Eggs！
I raced inside to show my mom； and after a brief moment of blinking at them； she withered
into a chair。 “No；” she whimpered。 “No more chicks！”
“They're not chicks； Mom … they're eggs！”
She was still looking quite pale； so I sat in the chair next to her and said； “We don't have a
rooster…？”
“Oh。” The color was ing back to her cheeks。 “Is that so？”
“I've never heard a cock…a…doodle…do； have you？”
She laughed。 “'41 blessing I guess I've forgotten to count。” She sat up a little and took an egg
from my palm。 “Eggs； huh。 How many do you
suppose they'll lay？”
“I have no idea。”
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As it turns out； my hens laid more eggs than we could eat。 At first we tried to keep up； but
soon we were tired of boiling and pickling and deviling；
and my mother started plaining that all these free eggs were costing her way too much。
Then one afternoon as I was collecting eggs； our neighbor Mrs。 Stueby leaned over the side
fence and said； “If you ever have any extra； I'd be
happy to buy them from you。”
“Really？” I asked。
“Most certainly。 Nothing quite like free…range eggs。 Two dollars a dozen sound fair to you？”
Two dollars a dozen！ I laughed and said； “Sure！”
“Okay； then。 Whenever you have some extras； just bring 'em over。 Mrs。 Helms and I got to
discussing it last night on the phone； but I asked you
first； so make sure you offer 'em up to me before her； okay； Juli？”
“Sure thing； Mrs。 Stueby！”
Between Mrs。 Stueby and Mrs。 Helms three doors down； my egg overflow problem was
solved。 And maybe I should've turned the money over to
my mother as payment for having destroyed the backyard； but one “Nonsense； Julianna。 It's
yours；” was all it took for me to start squirreling it away。
Then one day as I was walking down to Mrs。 Helms' house； Mrs。 Loski drove by。 She waved
and smiled； and I realized with a pang of guilt that I
wasn't being very neighborly about my eggs。 She didn't know that Mrs。 Helms and Mrs。
Stueby were paying me for these eggs。 She probably
thought I was delivering them out of the kindness of my heart。
And maybe I should've been giving the eggs away； but I'd never had a steady ine before。
Allowance at our house is a hit…or…miss sort of thing。
Usually a miss。 And earning money from my eggs gave me this secret happy feeling； which I
was reluctant to have the kindness of my heart
encroach upon。
But the more I thought about it； the more I realized that Mrs。 Loski deserved some free eggs。
She had been a good neighbor to us； lending us
supplies when we ran out unexpectedly and being late to work herself when my mother
needed a ride because our car wouldn't start。 A few eggs
now and again … it was the least I could do。
There was also the decidedly blissful possibility of running into Bryce。 And in the chilly
sparkle of a new day； Bryce's eyes seemed bluer than
ever。 The way he looked at me—the smile； the blush—it was a Bryce I didn't get to see at
school。 The Bryce at school was way more protected。
By the third time I brought eggs over to the Loskis； I realized that Bryce was waiting for me。
Waiting to pull the door open and say； “Thanks； Juli；”
and then； “See you at school。”
It was worth it。 Even after Mrs。 Helms and Mrs。 Stueby offered me more money per dozen； it
was still worth it。 So； through the rest of sixth grade；
through all of seventh grade and most of eighth； I delivered eggs to the Loskis。 The very best；
shiniest eggs went straight to the Loskis； and in return
I got a few moments alone with the world's most dazzling eyes。
It was a bargain。
Then they cut down the sycamore tree。 And two weeks later Champ died。 He'd been
spending a lot of time sleeping； and even though we didn't
really know how old he was； no one was really surprised when one night Dad went out to
feed him and discovered he was dead。 We buried him in
the backyard； and my brothers put up a cross that reads：
HERE LIES THE MYSTERY PISSER
P。I。P。
I was upset and pretty dazed for a while。 It was raining a lot and I was riding my bike to
school to avoid having to take the bus； and each day when
I'd get home； I'd retreat to my room； lose myself in a novel； and simply forget about collecting
eggs。
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Mrs。 Stueby was the one who got me back on schedule。 She called to say she'd read about
the tree in the paper and was sorry about everything
that had happened； but it had been some time now and she missed her eggs and was
worried that my hens might quit laying。 “Distress can push a
bird straight into a molting； and we wouldn't want that！ Feathers everywhere and not an egg
in sight。 I'm quite allergic to the feathers myself or I'd
probably have a flock of my own； but never you mind。 You just bring 'em over when you're up
to it。 All's I wanted was to check in and let you know
how sorry I was about the tree。 And your dog； too。 Your mother mentioned he passed away。”
So I got back to work。 I cleared away the eggs I'd neglected and got back into my routine of
collecting and cleaning。 And one morning when I had
enough； I made the rounds。 First Mrs。 Stueby； then Mrs。 Helms； and finally the Loskis。 And
as I stood at the Loskis' threshold； it occurred to me that I
hadn't seen Bryce in the longest time。 Sure； we'd both been at school； but I'd been so
preoccupied with other things that I hadn't really seen him。
My heart started beating faster； and when the door whooshed open and his blue eyes looked
right at me； it took everything I had just to say；
“Here。”
He took the half…carton and said； “You know； you don't have to give us these…。”
“I know；” I said