Even now he was n't sure that if he could only taste it , it would be all that he had hoped . But how could he taste it , when he could n't break that shell ? He never had heard of such a shell . He doubted if anybody else ever had , either . He had hammered at it with his stout bill until he was afraid that he would break that , instead of the egg . The more he tried to break into it and could n't , the hungrier he grew , and the more certain that nothing else in all the world could possibly taste so good . But the Old Orchard was not the place for him to work on that egg . In the first place , it was too near Farmer Brown 's house . This made Blacky uneasy . You see , he had something of a guilty conscience . Not that he felt at all a sense of having done wrong . To his way of thinking , if he were smart enough to get that egg , he had just as much right to it as any one else , particularly Farmer Brown 's boy . Yet he was n't at all sure that Farmer Brown 's boy would look at the matter quite that way . In fact , he had a feeling that Farmer Brown 's boy would call him a thief if he should be discovered with that egg . Then , too , there were too many sharp eyes in the Old Orchard . He wanted to get away where he could be sure of being alone . Then if he could n't break that shell , no one would be the wiser . So he picked up the egg and flew straight over to the Green Forest , and this time he managed to get there without dropping it . Now you would never suspect Blacky the Crow , he of the sharp wits and crafty ways , of being amused by bright things , would you ? But he is .
In fact , XXXXX is quite like a little child in this matter .
Blacky Brown Forest Orchard conscience eyes first right thief things