I asked Mum if I was allowed to use some eggs. To practice, of course. But I always dropped them. And made a huge mess on the floor, which I then had to clean, using liquid and a wiper.
"If you're practising for the egg and spoon race, you could have just asked me to make you some hard boiled eggs. So silly these days, aren't you? Never have any common sense." Mum muttered.
Then, Mum made me practise and practice and practice. My tongue was always sticking out, and I was missing 'The Dumping Ground.'
As I was practicing so much, my balance got better. The average egg didn't fall down anymore! Hallelujah! Bah Humbug! But, when it was sports day, things became a little bit different.....
