"In the light of day, the farmer was in no small part relieved when he found his milk pale, empty; alas, but in tact. And soon it was filled with berries. The farmer was about to embark on his climb back up to the road, when he noticed something else. He hadn't seen it the night before, so black was its shell. But there it was... An egg. Large. Larger than any egg he'd seen before. A shell shiny and black and jagged, as though it were made of glass. And more. It was warm. Warm, inside."...
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