
Photo by: Todd Foltz
Police warning tape encircled the small park. Detective Prine and Police Sergeant Hadwell looked over the grisly scene.
“According to witnesses,” said Hadwell, flipping through his notebook. “Monsieur Penoit was making an exotic omelette for a party.”
Prine placed hands on hips. He’d seen such things before. “Seems Penoit didn’t know the difference between Ostrich eggs and Fire-breathing Dragon eggs,”
Hadwell shook his head. “Bloody fool.”
“Not really,” said Prine, kneeling and taking a few pictures. “It’s actually very difficult. They appear identical.”
“Really? So how can you tell?”
Prine picked through the ashes. “Mother ostriches don’t breathe fire.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/06/24/26-june-2020/
I guess by that point it’s a little too late to return the eggs though…!
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Yep. Case of shuttin’ the barn doors after the horse ran away. 😉
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Funny stuff, nicely done
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Thank you kindly!
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Hah! I had several teachers at school who had clearly been hatched from one of those dragon eggs… 🙂
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I did too. I’m pretty sure she breathed fire and ate her mates. 😉
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One has to be an expert when attempting to make this kind of omelette. Leave it to the experienced and knowledgeable chefs!
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No kidding. No room for amateurs in this business. 😉
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LOL Perfect title for your entertaining story.
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Hehe. Thank you so much! 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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Looks like the yolk was on Penoit.
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Haha! Yep. And the detective was hard-boiled…
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LOL
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Dear Eric,
Prine’s deductive reasoning skills are well honed. 😉 Good thing he was there to egg on the investigation. Now we know why Penoit’s omelette hopes went up in flames. Keep your sunny side up and try not to get scrambled. Well served.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Haha! I guess the yolk was on Penoit. Now he’s just a shell of the man he used to be. I need another drink. I’m poached…
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A bit late at that point 🙂
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Yep. The learning curve with these eggs is pretty harsh. 😉
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Ha! What fun!
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Glad you liked it. Thanks! 🙂
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A mother ostrich scorned might! Enjoyed this clever vignette.
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Yeah, an angry ostrich is pretty scary too. Thank you kindly. 🙂
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Some chef he is!
Fun, stuff!
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Yep. It’s Darwinism in cooking. 😉 Thanks!
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Hahah!
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It seems so obvious in retrospect…. 😳
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Haha! So true. Doesn’t help Penoit, though. 😉
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Ha!!!! this made me laugh. Thank you. Great take on the prompt.
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Always my pleasure to share a laugh. Thanks bunches. 🙂
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Seems Peniot did not understand the ferocious instinct of mothers protecting their offspring. Too late.
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Right? When dealing with very large animals, especially the fire-breathing kind, one cannot be so careless.
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