The Dinosaur Egg

When I was in first or second grade I was digging around in the woods on the other side of the "rusty fence" (this was before the stitches incident) and I struck something. It was round, hard, smooth, and grey. I exhumed the object from the dirty and tangled root filled hole, wrapped it up in the tummy area of my shirt, climbed fearlessly over the "rusty fence" (wobbling dangerously back and forth at the top) and washed my treasure off with the hose at the back of the house behind the "big fan" (a different story).

Washing the dirt and grime off I soon realized what it was I was holding... it was a Dinosaur Egg!

I was so amazed and excited, I had just dug up a real dinosaur egg that must have survived a bajillion years since the Jurassic Age. Fearing I would break it I brought it in the house and wrapped it in a towel. I showed my parents and they really didn't seem to care much. I wasn't too surprised. When I showed it to my sister she seemed to believe me and told me to be very careful with it. Then I went to show it to my brother Austin, whose approval I wanted the most. I also wanted to show him up. He was always better than me at everything. But I was the better archaelogist. I had to be, I just dug up a dinosaur egg.



But, when I showed it to my brother he laughed in my face. He told me it wasn't a dinosaur egg and that it was just a big rock. I didn't believe him. It had to be a dinosaur egg, just look at it. Plus, it came out of the ground. Explain that!



For the next few weeks I kept my dinosaur egg coddled in its towel and slept with it next to me. I knew that it had to be kept warm or it wouldn't hatch. My brother kept telling me it was a rock.



Then one day when I was walking around the house with the dinosaur egg my brother ran up and snatched it from me. He ran outside and I chased after him as fast as my puny little legs could go. He got out to the patio outside the house, held the dinosaur egg above his head shouting "It's a rock!" and hurled it straight down at the incredibly hard and solid concrete sidewalk below. I was devastated and filled with berserker rage. Unfortunately Austin escaped into the house. Then I solemly trudged down the stairs to see if somehow it miraculously survived. Tears were streaming down my face. My brother had betrayed me.



Then I looked down at the tragically hard concrete and was completely blown away. There in the broken fragments was...









NOTHING!



It wasn't a dinosaur egg. It was just a stupid rock! Then I went inside for a Capri Sun.

The Dinosaur Egg

When I was in first or second grade I was digging around in the woods on the other side of the "rusty fence" (this was before the stitches incident) and I struck something. It was round, hard, smooth, and grey. I exhumed the object from the dirty and tangled root filled hole, wrapped it up in the tummy area of my shirt, climbed fearlessly over the "rusty fence" (wobbling dangerously back and forth at the top) and washed my treasure off with the hose at the back of the house behind the "big fan" (a different story).

Washing the dirt and grime off I soon realized what it was I was holding... it was a Dinosaur Egg!

I was so amazed and excited, I had just dug up a real dinosaur egg that must have survived a bajillion years since the Jurassic Age. Fearing I would break it I brought it in the house and wrapped it in a towel. I showed my parents and they really didn't seem to care much. I wasn't too surprised. When I showed it to my sister she seemed to believe me and told me to be very careful with it. Then I went to show it to my brother Austin, whose approval I wanted the most. I also wanted to show him up. He was always better than me at everything. But I was the better archaelogist. I had to be, I just dug up a dinosaur egg.



But, when I showed it to my brother he laughed in my face. He told me it wasn't a dinosaur egg and that it was just a big rock. I didn't believe him. It had to be a dinosaur egg, just look at it. Plus, it came out of the ground. Explain that!



For the next few weeks I kept my dinosaur egg coddled in its towel and slept with it next to me. I knew that it had to be kept warm or it wouldn't hatch. My brother kept telling me it was a rock.



Then one day when I was walking around the house with the dinosaur egg my brother ran up and snatched it from me. He ran outside and I chased after him as fast as my puny little legs could go. He got out to the patio outside the house, held the dinosaur egg above his head shouting "It's a rock!" and hurled it straight down at the incredibly hard and solid concrete sidewalk below. I was devastated and filled with berserker rage. Unfortunately Austin escaped into the house. Then I solemly trudged down the stairs to see if somehow it miraculously survived. Tears were streaming down my face. My brother had betrayed me.



Then I looked down at the tragically hard concrete and was completely blown away. There in the broken fragments was...









NOTHING!



It wasn't a dinosaur egg. It was just a stupid rock! Then I went inside for a Capri Sun.