That egg was n't behaving right . It should have broken when it hit the branch of the apple tree . Certainly it should have broken when he struck it that way with his bill . However was he to eat that egg , if he could n't break the shell ? Blacky did n't know . CHAPTER XXXII : What Blacky Did With The Stolen Egg Blacky was puzzled . He did n't know what to make of that egg he had stolen from Farmer Brown 's henhouse . It was n't like any egg he ever had seen or even heard of . It was a beautiful-looking egg , and he had been sure that it would taste as good , quite as good as it looked . 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 XXXXX to it as any one else , particularly Farmer Brown 's boy .
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