Perhaps there was hereditary influences to be reckoned with.

Perhaps its producer had been incubator raised, with no mother to guide her and only the Standard Oil Company for a foster parent.

And what would a New Jersey corporation know about raising a hen?
Thus in sudden compassion I mused.

To the waiter, though, I said: "There has been a mistake here, alumnus.

This egg never was meant to be dropped--it was meant to be thrown.