755. White swan’s eggs

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Lynette was absolutely crapping herself. She knew what she was doing was illegal. She sat in the air flight for sixteen hours worried silly.

Back home she had a lake. It was a beautiful lake at the end of sprawling lawns with weeping willows. There was one thing the lake lacked: white swans. There were no white swans in the country, only black ones. Black swans weren’t as graceful as white swans. Oh for white swans gliding on the lake!

Lynette had hidden three swan’s eggs in her luggage. She could get fined thousands of dollars if Customs officials discovered them. Why had she done it? Why? Why? The flight home was sixteen hours of pure stress. Perhaps she should own up to it.

The plane landed. Lynette collected her luggage and proceeded to pass through Customs.

“You’re fine,” said the Customs official waving her through without even checking.

You’ve no idea! You’ve no idea! The relief! Oh! The relief! Lynette was over the moon. All she needed now was an incubator.

Anyway, the next morning Lynette’s husband had them for breakfast.

24 thoughts on “755. White swan’s eggs

  1. Shubha Athavale

    Bruce, the pH story of yesterday was a “sign” I thought so I bet on “Phair Game” in the race that stops the nation…..turned out my hunch was right because the horse that won had a phemale jockey, a phirst in the history of Melbourne Cup.
    As for Lynette, serves her right for not cooking for her husband.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Yours is a question that I considered trying to get around when writing it, and in the end thought, blow it, it’s just a story! He possibly wouldn’t be able to finish a single egg, let alone three! When I was visiting the Chatham Islands (they’re part of New Zealand but in the middle of the Pacific Ocean) I was asked how many eggs I wanted for breakfast. I said, two. I didn’t realize they were going to be swan’s eggs!

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          I know the feeling… I enthusiastically get up at 5 am – and by 3pm – like a beautiful flower I like to say – I have wilted and am ready for bed!!!! I fight sleep until 9pm and then collapse. So little achieved.

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