After months of waiting, the next chapter is finally up. Also, thank you to Ghostwriter for telling me the name of the story I was basing this on: The Talking Eggs. Enjoy!


Hattie and Olive made their way out to the chicken coop. As they walked, Hattie muttered to herself, "Take the ones that say 'take me', but leave the ones that say 'don't take me'. What in Hades does that mean?"

As they entered the chicken coop, both girls' jaws dropped when they saw the gold, silver and jeweled eggs.

"Now that's more like it!" Hattie said. "Get a basket!"

Hattie and Olive both grabbed a basket from the corner of the coop.

After a night of torture, it was nice for Hattie to know that she was getting what she deserved. She picked up a gold egg.

"Don't take me!" piped the egg. Hattie jumped. She hadn't expected the egg to talk, but it didn't phase her too much. She put the egg in her basket. She picked up a jeweled egg.

"Put me back!"

"Oh, be quiet!" stated Hattie, as she put it in the basket. She made her way around the coop, gathering all the gold, silver and jeweled eggs. As she walked past Olive, she got a look at what Olive had collected.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed as she stared at Olive's basket of eggs. Olive had been collecting all the plain white eggs.

"Uhh, I'm collecting all the eggs that say 'take me', Olive replied. "Have you ever seen eggs that talk?"

Hattie sighed and shook her head.

"Alright, Olive, I'm going to explain something very important to you, and I'm going to speak slowly and use big words so you understand." She took an egg out of Olive's basket and held it up to Olive's face.

"This is an egg. This is what we use to make omelets, scrambled eggs, and batter. This is nothing." She put the egg back in the basket and took a gold egg out of her own basket. "Now, this," she said, "This is worth a lot. Its shell is made of solid gold. I know you're an idiot, but think really hard: if you could put a dress or a carriage or a piece of jewelry into an egg, what would that egg look like? This?" She again held her egg up in Olive's face. "Or those?" She pointed to the eggs in Olive's basket. Olive thought for a minute and finally smiled.

"That makes sense," she said.

"Good," Hattie replied.

"But Aggie told us only to take the ones that say 'take me'."

Hattie scoffed. "Of course she'd say that. She's been a horrible she-devil to us ever since we arrived. Do you honestly think she'd suddenly end her mean streak now? No, she obviously thinks were so stupid, that we can't tell magic eggs from plain eggs. Got it?"

"Got it," Olive nodded.

"Good, now put those back and help me gather the rest of the magic eggs."

Olive put her plain eggs back and helped her sister gather up the rest of the magic eggs. By the time they had finished, the henhouse was filled with the sounds of dozens of little talking eggs, chirping loudly and demanding to be put back.

Heading outside, the girls found Aggie and Socrates, waiting for them. She had dressed quickly and was now waiting impatiently in her magic, horseless wagon.

"Get in, girls," she said, monotonously, "It's time you were on your way."


They hadn't gone far when Hattie began asking Aggie annoying questions.

"So what are you going to do about your idiot daughter?"

Aggie glared at Hattie. "None of your business."

"No seriously, now that she's coming back to the farm, now what? Are you going to make her a servant on your farm? Because let's face it, after this she'll never have an acting career."

Aggie's fists were starting to clench.

"Hattie!" shouted Socrates. "I'd say it's very critical to your future that you end this conversation and remain silent for the rest of the trip."

"But seriously, how can you expect her to-"

"Enough!" he shouted. As Hattie tried to open her mouth again, Socrates interrupted, "Very critical to your future!" She shut up for the rest of the ride.


When they finally reached the fork in the road, the girls got out, and Aggie pointed down the road headed west.

"Follow that road, and it will take you back to Frell. I trust you can find it on your own."

"Indeed," Hattie replied. "Now what about out present?"

"Just toss the eggs over your shoulders as you walk down the road and you'll get exactly what you deserve."

"Why, thank you," Hattie said, again feigning sweetness. "Now good day." As she headed off down the road she muttered under her breath, "Stupid old hag."

Olive turned back to Aggie, and Aggie whispered to her "Don't forget your pills." Olive nodded.

"Olive!" Hattie shouted, "What are you doing?"

"Coming!" Olive replied and hurried after her sister.

Aggie stared blankly as the girls headed off down the road. She glanced over at Socrates. "Thank you for the assist."

Socrates ruffled his feathers. "What beastly young women!"

"Indeed," Aggie replied. "But more so in Hattie's case. The girl has no respect for anyone but herself; for me, my home, my friends, not even her own sister. And she's so lazy that she can't lift a finger to help out. 'Oh, just let the servants do it!'"

"And what about Olive? Still think she can learn?"

"If she takes those pills, then definitely."

The two looked at each other, and Aggie smiled. "Don't worry, I put a spell of forgetfulness on them both, so they'll never find this place again."

"What about Olive?"

"If all goes according to plan, I'll find her."

"And did you notice that they had the wrong eggs?"

"Of course, and maybe if they were a little bit nicer, I would've told them why they had to put them back. But as my father says, 'what we sew, we must reap.' So I think it'll be best that they find out on their own. Now c'mon, let's get to Lamia. Celeste will be waiting for us."

Aggie tapped the wagon with her walking stick, and they headed off down the road leading east.