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Before we get into the story, do you want to know a fun fact?
Did you know that the largest egg in the world laid by a bird is the ostrich egg?
It's about the size of a cantaloupe.
And the smallest egg in the world laid by a bird is from the largest egg in the world laid by a bird is from an ostrich egg?
from the bee hummingbird,
and it's about the size of a coffee bean.
That's pretty cool, huh?
Okay, story time.
Today, we are going to be reading The Good Egg
by Jory John and Pete Oswald.
Oh, hello, I was just rescuing this cat.
Know why?
Because I'm a good egg, a very good egg.
It's true.
I do all kinds of things like I'll carry your groceries, I'll water your plants, I'll change your tires.
I'll even paint your house.
If you need any help whatsoever, I'm your egg.
I've always been a good egg.
It's been this way from the start, even in my earliest days back at the store.
There were a dozen of us living together under one recycled roof.
There was Meg and Peg and Gregg and Clegg and Shell and Shelley and Sheldon and Shelby and Egbert and Frank and other Frank.
The other 11 eggs weren't on their best behavior.
They weren't exactly good.
They ignored their bedtime.
They only ate sugary cereal.
They threw tantrums, they cried for no reason, they broke their stuff on purpose.
Meanwhile, I tried to take charge. I tried to fix their bad behavior. I tried to keep the peace, because I was a good egg. A very good egg.
Nobody seemed to care, though. Every night I was exhausted. My head felt scrambled.
Then, one fateful morning, I noticed some cracks in my shell.
They were everywhere! Yikes!
My doctor said it was from all the pressure I was putting on myself, the pressure of making sure everyone was as good as me.
I was cracking up, literally.
Something had to change.
I'd had enough.
I told Meg and Peg and Greg and Clegg and Shell and Shelley and Sheldon and Shelby and Egbert and Frank and other Frank that I was leaving.
I can't be the only good egg and a bad carton, I said.
Blah, blah, blah, they replied.
I left that night.
I wandered from town to town.
The hours became days.
The days became weeks.
I lost track of time.
I was alone.
Out there, on the road, under the stars,
I really tried to focus on myself and what I needed.
I took walks.
I read books.
I floated in the river.
I wrote in my journal.
I found simple.
moments to be quiet. I breathed in and I breathed out. I even started painting. For once, I found time for me.
And guess what? Little by little, the cracks in my shell started to heal. My head no longer felt
scrambled. I started to feel like myself again.
So, I've made a big decision.
I'm returning to my old carton and my friends.
Besides, I'm kind of lonely out here.
This time, I know what I need to do.
I'll try not to worry so much.
And I'll be good to my fellow eggs
while also being good to myself.
Here we go.
Everybody missed me,
and I missed them.
too. Hello Meg. Howdy Peg. Hey Greg. Greetings Clegg. What's up, Shell? Aloha Shelley. Hey,
oh, Sheldon. Hi, Shelby. Good day, Egbert. What's happening, Frank? Howdy-do other Frank?
Sure, every once in a while, somebody's still a little bit bad. But it's not like before.
Here's what I realized.
The other eggs aren't perfect, and I don't have to be either.
I'm okay with that.
Yep, the old carton is back together.
We're a solid dozen again.
It's good to be home.
The end.
Make sure you stick around and see if you can answer today's paying attention question.
Before you go, do you think you can answer today's paying attention question?
The Good Egg was trying so hard to fix everyone else's bad behavior.
It was exhausting.
What started happening to the Good Egg's shell?
If your answer was, his shell started to crack, you did it! Great job!
You sure were paying attention!
Thank you so much.
much for listening to today's story. I wonder what we're going to read next.