Boiled Eggs

“I might have preferred the delivery food old friend”, Goober said with distaste looking down at his bowl of cold hard boiled eggs.

      

      “These are not ordinary eggs Peanuthead - just try them”, said Puck throwing one, that sailed over Goober’s shoulder and on to the floor behind. The whole room smelt of sulphur and the chanting beyond the atrium wall was grating on Goober’s nerves.

      

      “I thought we might be going somewheres peaceful - you know - somewhere nice - but its all work here or meditation - and even the beds are bleak. Are they magic eggs?” he asked hopefully.

      

      What is it with Goober and magic eggs? Puck thought to himself as he rolled one about on the walnut table and the shell crumbled beneath his hand. He peeled off the remainder and ate the hen’s egg whole.