Eggsplosion

It all started in such an unexceptional way. The boys, extremely hungry, were excavating the fridge, hoping their exploration would yield some exceptional treats. Alas, disaster! As the boys tried to extract the carton of eggs from the fridge it tumbled to the ground, eggs exploding in all directions.

The tension was extreme. Their frivolous expedition had turned into an existential crisis. They turned around, expressions carefully painted to exhibit innocence deserving of exoneration from consequences of the escapade.

Their fears, however, amounted to nothing more than empty expectations. With exemplary poise and discipline, mama exploded into action. “Bring me the ones we can save” she exclaimed, and as papa started bringing her the ones that had not exposed themselves completely to the floor.

Fried eggs, soy fried eggs, egg fried rice, egg in a hole. Mama expertly extracted and prepared the eggs that Papa brought her. Exhibiting the expertise of a master shelf, Mama extracted every possible ounce of deliciousness from the wreckage.

The boys were exuberant. Their accident had resulted in an exhilarating feast! As Mama exhausted her excess supply, the boys ate the egg until they felt their stomachs would explode. Satisfied with the emergent meal that had exceeded expectations, the boys resolved to be eggstra careful on subsequent excavations.