As spring was starting i finished Le Livre des Rois chap 17 Elie befor leaving for the house of Sarepta widow stay along a torrent where crows brought him food . Next morning I was listening crows around the roof when i saw a big slice of cake in the yardcorner ( probably droped from the birds gathering) .Weeks later an egg appeared same place , a black bird used to scrap moss there , i decided to hatch that egg in my pockett .Alas! as i was removing a plank , i feel something tepid and sticky beneath my trouser . "Ono, jesus ! not at your age ! but it was the brocken egg .What a mess ! that was my wrecked artwork!
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