Cooking Cabage: Part 2

(see previous post for part 1)

As I watched the pearl hatch, my imagination went wild. Clearly this was no ordinary egg, and it wasn't likely to hatch an ordinary bird or reptile. Perhaps I was about to see a dragon or a fairy. Maybe even a demon or an angel. This might be even better than a pearl.

The edges of the crack reached around the pearl and joined. The two halves fell down. And there stood a tiny penguin.

Well, I say a penguin. Certainly it was penguin-shaped, But instead of the usual black and white marking like a tuxedo, this one wore a Hawaiian shirt, mostly electric blue and fuchsia.

I stared, with my mouth open.

The penguin put the tip of his wing to his beak and wiggled it at me while he blew a long, loud raspberry.

Then he flew out of the window. That's right. He flew.

And I didn't even have time to grab my camera. Just my luck.

Cooking Cabbage: Part 1

Sometimes I enjoy cooking, but this wasn't one of those times. I was chopping up a cabbage for lunch. (I fry cabbage with a little bit of bacon and garlic - very good) And I was bored, bored, bored.

The knife hit something hard. There, in the very centre of the cabbage, gleamed a massive pearl, almost the size of a sprout.

I stared, entranced. It must be worth millions! I pictured myself lying on a coral-pink beach in the Bahamas, while a fit, young waiter, wearing very little, brought me cocktails. No washing up, no laundry, no cooking.

But the pearl began to crack, like an eggshell.

To be continued... (probably)