The Golden Eggs: Adam

Everyone knows the story of the Golden Goose who layed the Golden Eggs, but who knows the story of those eggs? Well, we don't have time for them all, but today, here's the story of one of those golden eggs. Adam.

Adam was the fourth golden egg to be given birth to by the Golden Goose. From the get go, the goose knew he was going to be different from the rest of her eggs. For start, he shunned the whole idea of just lying still and waiting for someone to do something with him. No, he was going to make his own way in this world (wether they approved of it or not.)

To do this, he gave himself an identity. He would be a singer. So, bidding his mother and his brothers and sisters goodbye, he started his long journey. He hopped and rolled and otherwise slowly made his way around the long winding roads from where the McCopper family farm was towards the great big city.

It took Adam Egg many days and nights to get to where he was going, but when he did, he was amazed by the lights and the sights of this marvelous city. A flashing series of lights brought him closer to the city. When he got close enough to read it, he was excited. It said Karaoke Nightly.

In his bones (if he had had any), Adam could feel it. This was his chance, his big break. No one could stop him. So we wiggled to the building and discovered something that could stop him: steps. He couldn't get up a step. Only down, and that was a risky proposition.

So he laid there for a while until a man stooped down and picked him up. "An egg. It's shiny," the guy commented to his friends. Adam rolled his eyes. Of course he was shiny. He was a GOLDEN EGG! All golden eggs were shiny. And, if the guy was just ignorant, that was no excuse. Ignorance was no excuse.

Putting Adam in his pocket, the man continued into the karaoke building. Adam was excited. He was in - he just had to get out of this rather dirty pocket. Eugh - what was that? Bubble gum? Yuck. Adam tried to stay away from that part, but it was hard. There wasn't that much room in a pair of jeans.

After a while, the guy got up and there was a commotion. Adam heard the guy and another person argue, and then there was a greasy, BBQ sauce covered hand in the pocket reaching for something. No, reaching for him. Adam screamed as he was taken out of the pocket by the chicken wing smelling hand and placed on the (thankfully) clean bar. "That?" asked the second voice, which Adam saw was a bartender of some sort. "That is what you give me? An egg?"

"Sorry," came the voice that belonged to greasy hand man. "It's all I have."

The bartender growled. "Stay out in the future." Taking Adam, he placed him underneath the bar, muttering all the while.This was his chance!

"Uh, excuse me?" Adam said.

The bartender whirrled around. "What? Who said that?"

Adam sighed. "Me, sir." The bartender looked right at him and Adam smiled inwardly. Outwardly, he said, "Yes, me."

The bartender looked shocked, but recovered nicely. "What do you want?" the barkeep asked, the shock from moments before still hearable in his voice.

"Oh, I'm a singing egg," Adam said, "and I would like to sing some karaoke nightly." The bartender looked at him.

"You?" he asked. Adam nodded his head. "Show me what you have," the bartender said. To himself, he was thinking that he had to hire a phycatrist shortly. Eggs talking to him, telling him he could sing? A vacation was definetly on his horizen.

So Adam sung. A long, melidous, slow tune that caused tears to appear on the bartender's cheeks. It was beautiful. "You're hired!" was all the bartender said. The next day, they got a little costume for Adam - a Mexican style hat, some cool shades and a bowtie, and every night he sung the blues, jazz, rock, pop or anything else.

He was quite popular and enjoyed a lot of success. However, about six months in, he got tired of the gig and quite homesick. So taking his leave, he rolled back to his mother and stayed with her. It was nice to travel and be reconized, but it was also nice to just be at home.

The End.

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