when I was about seven or eight years old I believed in monsters and magic. My imagination ran wild. One day, whilst walking home from school, I was kicking up some pebbles at the side of the road when I found an egg.
Now this was no ordinary egg. I had seen birds eggs and this was slightly bigger. I picked it up gingerly. It was white in colour and was still warm. What could it be, I asked myself. I decided that it was most likely a dinosaur egg.
I ran home exitedly, however I decided that it would be best not to tell my mum and dad about my amazing find as they would make me put it back. I decided that the best course of action was to hatch it secretly. Then they would hopefully fall in love with my tyrannosaurus rex that they wouldnt make me part with it. I sneaked into the house and placed the egg into a box. I placed it into some shredded paper and put the box into the airing cupboard next to the water boiler. I had read that it needed to be a warm place to make it hatch.
Now over the next few days I checked the egg to see how it was doing but it hadn't seemed to change at all. Like most kids, something else grabbed my attention and I plainly forgot about the egg.
A couple of weeks passed and the house began to smell. It was driving my mum and dad demented as they could not find the source of the smell. Eventually they phoned out a plumber to have a look about in case it was the pipes but he couldnt find it either.
Eventually, one day when my mum was placing towels into the airing cupboard, she came across my box with my dinosaur egg. "Whats this?" She asked me. " Oh! Dont touch it, its my dinosaur egg im trying to hatch!" I cried. My mum picked up the egg and said " Dinosaur egg is it? It a bloody piece of dried dog poo!!!"
Needless to say we had found the source of the smell. Me personally, Im glad that you dont get white dog dirt anymore!
