A few weeks ago, we decided to have with the Elders eggs (we have a set of missionaries who live in the same house as us), but when we looked in their fridge, there were no eggs to be found. So instead, we drew these faces onto Bro. Wilson's eggs. It was really funny to see the cracked shells in the chicken bucket, awaiting their fate as chicken food. And yes, chickens go batty for egg shells. Crazy huh?
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