The Exploding Egg – Conversations with the Pack

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Whoa! Loud noise! Loud noise! Run around in circles!

Me: Calm down. An egg exploded. That’s all.

Sweetie: How come? Where? How dare an egg act up like that!

Me: I’m boiling some eggs and one of them blew its top. Literally. You see, there’s a little pocket of air inside the eggshell and when it heats up, it can…

Doodlebug: No explanation necessary, Lady Human. Really. No explanation.

MoonCat: Just don’t let it happen again.

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The Burned Egg Temptation – Conversations with Doodlebug and Sweetie

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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Sweetie: Where is it? Where is it? I smell it. Wait! It was right here on the floor. Emphasis on the was.

Me: Oh, you mean the eggs. Tall Man burned some eggs he was cooking and they spilled on the floor as he was taking them to the trash.

Sweetie: Spilled eggs? Trash? Eggs never belong in the trash, even burned ones. Where are they? Nevermind. I’ll check the trash.

Doodlebug: Too late.

Sweetie: Why are you licking your lips?

Doodlebug: Well, you see, you were taking a nap and there were these burned eggs on the floor and I didn’t want anybody to slip on them and I didn’t want anybody else to be tempted by them so…problem solved. Don’t bother to thank me.

Sweetie: Oh, I won’t.

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