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I was laughing out loud at the sight of him on his knees, all bowed up in the middle and gagging. I\u2019d never seen anyone react like that to a rotten egg. I had the upper hand and it was loaded with another warm duck egg. We\u2019d found a whole nest full and I\u2019d decided to crack one open and see what was inside. It exploded and splattered all over the ground and the air was full of it, a foul rotten sulfur stench. I recoiled and held my breath. My big brother, who was five years older than me and a foot taller, started to grunt and bow up in the middle. I watched and took a step back while he struggled to hold on to his breakfast. I looked at the egg that I was holding and realized that finally I had the upper hand and that hand was loaded with kryptonite. Superman had been disabled. \u201cIt\u2019s not that bad\u201d, I said and I drew back my arm and turned like a pitcher on the mound. \u201cNo, don\u2019t do it, you little jerk.\u201d He bear-walked across the field and stumbled and scooted along the ground. I let him get to his feet and I smiled then splattered the second one on the ground behind him. \u201cHuump, huump\u201d, he gagged and ran for the corn crib. I reloaded and hurled another one against the wall as he was closing the door. \u201cStop it\u201d, he yelled and gagged a few more times. He watched me between the weathered shrunken boards. \u201cI\u2019m gonna kick your tail\u201d, he yelled and I figured I was in for it now. So I threw another egg against the door. Pop, it exploded and splattered, yellow and green then dripped and ran down the gray planks. \u201cHuuh, huuh, he gagged and spit inside the crib. \u201cStop it.\u201d He yelled and I reloaded and considered what he\u2019d do to me when I ran out of eggs.<\/div>\n
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I wondered what to do next. I\u2019d run out of eggs soon enough and he\u2019d drag me around the yard and maybe he\u2019d choke me till my eyes popped out of their sockets. I\u2019d never gone on the attack before so I had no idea how it would end, probably not good. So I laughed when he started to open the crib door then launched another egg and watched it explode all around him. \u201cUuuuga, uuuuga\u201d, he gagged and retreated into the pile of unshucked corn. I reloaded and he asked me to stop so he could come out. I giggled and said, \u201cmaybe I\u2019ll stop, maybe not\u201d. \u201cI\u2019m gonna kick your tail!\u201d He growled and I launched a quick volley of three against the wall and door. \u201cStop it\u201d, he yelled. I giggled and began to negotiate with him through the wall. He said he wouldn\u2019t kill me if I\u2019d stop and I made him promise that he wouldn\u2019t. I believed him because we didn\u2019t lie to each other, much. \u201cYou promise you won\u2019t beat me up?\u201d I bargained and he agreed to let me be if I\u2019d stop. He agreed and a truce was forged on the strength of our word. \u201cYou can come out now if you want to\u201d and as he opened the door I threw a couple of rocks in the other direction. I was already out of eggs.<\/div>\n
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We laughed it off and he tossed threats my way, only threats. The rotten eggs were all used up but we were still brothers. Decades later, after we\u2019d lived full lives, I was grumbling about someone who\u2019d pushed my buttons and left me sore and ready for a good fight. He said, \u201cYou can\u2019t out stink a skunk.\u201d And then I remembered the eggs and my big brother who was hiding in the corn crib. Yeah, I thought, sometimes you have to run and hide in the crib.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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