"Sun shining bright above, flowers smiling at me~?"
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"The little bird says, 'Good morning, good morning! Why'd you rob my nest~?'"
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Early that morning, in the woods, a troublesome little girl hummed a little song as she wandered through the forest on her family's bear, Tibbers.
(￣~￣) Munch!
At the same time, she kept her hands and mouth busy, carefully peeling the shells off freshly roasted bird eggs and popping them into her mouth.
They were treasures she'd just found in a bird's nest up in a tree. They were really delicious, but there were a few too few of them—less than ten, in fact.
And for that, she'd been chased and pecked at by a magpie-like bird for the better part of half a day. It had even repeatedly launched determined aerial assaults and bombings against her with its droppings. Unfortunately for it, who did it think she was, Queen Annie? There was no way she'd let herself get bombed!
So, after she retaliated with a little stone, the bird had shrieked and flown away, and she'd finally been able to roast and eat the eggs in peace.
The troublesome little brat didn't feel the least bit guilty. After all, the nest was up in a tree, and nobody was watching over it or guarding it. There wasn't even a sign saying the eggs couldn't be eaten. Since she'd spotted them, of course she was going to raid the nest!
Naturally!
Normally, roasting a whole bird egg or chicken egg was definitely a bad idea.
That was because it could easily explode. It wouldn't do much damage, but the egg white would splatter everywhere and be very hard to clean up. Other brats were strongly advised not to sneak whole chicken eggs or quail eggs into the