part 327.1 of a novel: daffodil shells

I used to cook eggs before the sun came up. The eggs were yellow and looked like soggy lawn furniture. Daffodils sometimes shell their retarded offspring and people eat them and think they are eggs. Other animals sometimes try to shell their feeble-minded babies and sell them, but people rarely eat them. Humans sometimes put half bike shells on the heads of their mentally retarded children, but people don’t try to eat them. A long time after the sun set I was thinking of eggs and worrying that the ones I ate the morning before were retarded daffodils. I worried about the ones I would eat in a few hours too, before the sun came up again.

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