write a short story in four paragraphs from the point of view of an egg who wants to be eaten
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write a short story in four paragraphs from the point of view of an egg who wants to be eaten
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Eggbert was an egg. Yes, he knew his name was silly, but like the rest of us, he had no choice in the matter and would prefer if you didn't mention it. Thank you very much. As he sat on the grocery shelf, gently shivering in the cold next to his carton-mates, Eggbert daydreamed of the moment he finally would be purchased and brought home. 

You might wonder why an egg was so eager to be purchased and inevitably eaten. And it's a myth, Eggbert will tell you, that grocery items don't desire to be eaten. Much like any one of us who dreams of leading our lives in fulfilling, self-actualized ways, Eggbert believed in his heart that being part of a balanced breakfast was the greatest role an egg could strive for. Having never actually been fertilized, he had no desire to hatch into anything and sat patiently as time passed, keeping himself occupied with daydreams of being cracked and fried into the perfect omelet. 

A few days later, his carton finally reached the front of the shelf. He and his carton-mates could hardly contain their excitement, as each passing shopper might be their ticket to eggy nirvana. Soon enough, he watched as a young mother approached with a small child in tow. Reaching forward towards their carton, Eggbert knew his time had come. She lifted them up and opened the carton to inspect each one of the eggs. This was the moment, Eggbert knew. He was about to be purchased and brought home. Just then, the young woman's child tugged and shouted something incoherently, as children do, knocking the carton out of her hand. 

As they tumbled to the ground, almost in slow motion, Eggbert saw his life flash before his eyes. At the moment of impact, Eggbert felt his shell crack, with all his nutritious insides spilling out across the floor. His carton-mates didn't fare much better, either, laying in shards around him. As he lay there, devasted and literally broken, Eggbert cursed the gods who gave him such sentience and depth of emotion. Life was too cruel.
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write a short story in four paragraphs from the point of view of an egg who wants to be eaten</s>
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Eggbert was an egg. Yes, he knew his name was silly, but like the rest of us, he had no choice in the matter and would prefer if you didn't mention it. Thank you very much. As he sat on the grocery shelf, gently shivering in the cold next to his carton-mates, Eggbert daydreamed of the moment he finally would be purchased and brought home. 

You might wonder why an egg was so eager to be purchased and inevitably eaten. And it's a myth, Eggbert will tell you, that grocery items don't desire to be eaten. Much like any one of us who dreams of leading our lives in fulfilling, self-actualized ways, Eggbert believed in his heart that being part of a balanced breakfast was the greatest role an egg could strive for. Having never actually been fertilized, he had no desire to hatch into anything and sat patiently as time passed, keeping himself occupied with daydreams of being cracked and fried into the perfect omelet. 

A few days later, his carton finally reached the front of the shelf. He and his carton-mates could hardly contain their excitement, as each passing shopper might be their ticket to eggy nirvana. Soon enough, he watched as a young mother approached with a small child in tow. Reaching forward towards their carton, Eggbert knew his time had come. She lifted them up and opened the carton to inspect each one of the eggs. This was the moment, Eggbert knew. He was about to be purchased and brought home. Just then, the young woman's child tugged and shouted something incoherently, as children do, knocking the carton out of her hand. 

As they tumbled to the ground, almost in slow motion, Eggbert saw his life flash before his eyes. At the moment of impact, Eggbert felt his shell crack, with all his nutritious insides spilling out across the floor. His carton-mates didn't fare much better, either, laying in shards around him. As he lay there, devasted and literally broken, Eggbert cursed the gods who gave him such sentience and depth of emotion. Life was too cruel.</s>
