My favorite eggs
I think I have intoxicated myself and the family with the experimental dishes I have cooked, a crikkety soup and some solibum sushis. We had to rush to the hospital in the middle of the night because we were not feeling well. I am now waiting for some news (in a small room).
Here's what the doctors are saying:
We're going to wait a while longer and send you home because your blood sugar is a bit low at the moment. Gee, that's exciting, right?
The other day your mom went to the supermarket. She got some eggs (your favorite) but was told that they were bought some time ago when they were smaller. "I can't get any more," said the cashier (frightened). "But these are my favorite eggs," said your mother, "why don't they sell them in smaller sizes?"
"It's not my fault! It's what the store says" replied the cashier, "we can't go against what the store says!"
Your mother brought back to you two eggs as big as horse chestnuts.
They were the eggs I have used for the soup.