<Author>Michael</Author>
<Topic>My View on So-called Promises</Topic>
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<Nationality>USA</Nationality>
A hen is making promises: "The eggs laid by me are quite special -- with the yolk, the albumin, and the eggshell, which is smooth, without any edges or corners. Do you think laying eggs is my duty? Oh, my eggs are not common eggs." 
I must confess that this sort of perspective is not my usual one as a reader. I assume that satire is included here, but I should warn this lovely hen that even if she is able to make eggshells without edges or corners, neither do her other friends who are hens. Thus unless this hen is an ostrich, making very large eggs, or a quail, making very delicious eggs, or a golden goose producing golden eggs, she must recognize, poor thing, that after all, at the end of the day , her eggs may indeed be quite common. I am reluctant to tell her this sad news.
I need to warn this poor dear, that if she doesn't continue producing her rather common eggs for me on a daily basis, she may herself end up as a dish on my table. Which would she prefer, to continue laying these rather common eggs on a daily basis, or to be eaten by my guests and me for dinner? The decision is hers, and I wish this lovely hen the very best either as a producer of eggs, or as a part of my dinner in the next few days. Good luck, lovely hen! Keep your feathers and go back to work!