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Show Carlos' hunger grew with t ^ e ^ ^ p i n ^ ^ each prairie dog he passed. He started repeating to himself, "Must get the eggs, must get the eggs, must get the eggs " He put his nose to the ground and did not look up again until he heard the sound of chickens. "Chickens, I love chickens," Carlos said out loud. It was like a clucking oeyoie-buffet. The cactus bunny ears did not fool the chickens. They smelled coyote. They screeched and squawked and raised a ruckus. Farmer Baca ran out of his hacienda. From his porch, all he saw were the large bunny ears he had come to expect this time of year. Pedro Bunny was a trusted old friend. He gave a wink and nod in the direction of the ears and went back inside. Carlos began to think these ears were like carrying around two large meal tickets on his head. He pushed open the hen house gate and walked through the mass of chickens running in all directions. Carlos spotted the eggs. He had never seen so many in his life. Farmer Baca must have been saving up for weeks. Carlos couldn't control himself any longer. He thought, I will just have one egg now, so I will not be too hungry to make the journey back. He cracked open the first egg and slurped it into his mouth. It slid down so easily and tasted so delicious; he decided to have a second. The third only made him more hungry, so he had a fourth. By the fifth he forgot his guilt, so the sixth, seventh and eighth went down slick. Carlos grew weary with his full stomach. He decided to take a short siesta before loading up the eggs. He put his head down and drifted off to sleep in the back of the hen house. 6 |
