infection had set in. Some of the toenails had fallen off but were just starting to grow in again. “Larry, just look into this nest. Just cast your eyes in there, boy.” In one of the nests alone lay three beautiful white eggs. “Let’s look in the other nests.” “Here’s some more.” The wee boy’s eyes shone as he reached in for those beautiful prizes. As he did so, the heavy plank in front of the nests slipped off the wooden pin that held it. Down it came. The eggs weren’t hurt, but Millie, looking out the door, saw Harry sitting on the ground rocking back and forth, clutching his sore, swollen feet mashed again by the falling plank. She hurried out with the dish towel still in her hand. “What happened, Harry?” Harry’s face was distorted with pain. “A hero at zero”, he muttered. “My brand new toenails! That plank came right down on my feet.” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” the dear little boy said. “That’s all right, son. Don’t worry about that. We’ve got those eggs, anyway. Go ahead and gather them up. Mummy’ll have to make something real good to pay for this.” The basin was over half full of eggs. “Harry, I do appreciate the eggs, but I wish you’d wear shoes
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