Know Your Eggs

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/