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Written by 2000l, August 1st, 2007
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Years back, I took my Second Grade class to Slide Ranch in Marin, a working educational, ecological farm. There, we visited the hen house and observed the hens sitting calmly on their nests. One clucked and strutted away, revealing a perfect, white egg. I directed Adina to pick it up and bring it to us. She did so tenderly, held it up and asked, “is this a real egg?” A Slide Ranch teacher took the egg, placed it in a Safeway egg carton and showed the class. “Oooohhhhh,” they all said, “it is real.”
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