“The Egg that Hen Belonged to”
I got some new-laid eggs a few Sundays ago. The landlady said they were her own, and talked about them a good deal.
She pointed to one of them and said:
“Now, would you believe it? The egg that hen belonged to laid 53 hens running and never stopped.”
She called the egg a hen and the hen an egg. One would have thought she had been reading Life and Habit [p. 134 and passim].