Three-Minute Bedtime Stories [antikvár]

The Unfortunate Eggsperience of Percy Prostlethwaite Prey Prostlethwaite always ate six boiled eggs for breakfast. Well, not always; sometimes he had eight, or even ten. And then again, on Saturdays and Sundays he had six fried eggs, with bacon, and tomatoes, and fried bread, and beans, and toast. But his tea only had five spoons of sugar in it Percy Prostlethwaite would have his six, or eight, or ten boiled eggs all in a row, each in its own egg cup, and he would eat them slowly, one at a time. He would put the first egg, in its egg cup, In front of him, then he would pick up his spoon and tap the top of the egg, first in the centre, "ahJlhen all around the top, until it was nicely broken. Then he would pick off all the bits of eggshell and put them carefully on a plate. Thefi' he would dig his spoon into the egg white, carefully lift up a spoonful of egg, which he would put on one side for later, and there would be the yojk, all soft and golden, just the way he likedlt. Percy Prostlethwaite always ate the yolk first. He would pick up a piece of toast, nice and crisp, with lashings of by Norman Leaver would say, just as Percy was eating his first egg, "Ee, Percy, one of these days you're going to get egg bound." Percy never said anything, he would just keep munching, and think, "Rubbish!" By about his fourth egg, Mr Prostlethwaite, Percy's father, would |ttei;„on it, cut to just the right widiMo ito the egg. He would plunge it irifb le yolk, and then start eating. Every morning at breakfast timé; ars Prostlethwaite, Percy's mother,