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Magpie Mondays: A Disguised Blessing

photo by Agustin Berrocal

 

The old, cranky lawyer had knocked on his door,

the will, the testament of his half-brother has been probated.

Luxury cars and the Caribbean was on his mind,

Resigned he did from his current job,

for he believed a thousand bucks would be a penny after this day.

So off he drove to his brother’s mansion,

with the old, cranky lawyer as his companion.

He was led to this half-opened elegantly furnished door,

from the edges of which golden beams escaped.

He couldn’t contain the excitement that his heart carries

and rushed towards the light source.

He grabbed one egg and felt that something is quite not right.

The egg had little craters and weren’t fragile at all.

The old, cranky lawyer whispered,

“He said you loved french fries,” and he walked snickering,

“Don’t count your golden eggs before they hatch, my boy for they might not be eggs at all.”

 

**Written for the Magpie Tales

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18 thoughts on “Magpie Mondays: A Disguised Blessing

  1. Oh I love this! Greedy relative…..serves him right! I always have looked at “potential”
    inheiritance as “Fairy Money” Really not mine. Have a great week!

    • Yeah, it’s sad that maybe that young boy could’ve been cursing his already dead half-brother, who never meant to harm or insult him. It was just the dead man’s way of joking around as he always was when he can still tickle. The boy just have to figure out that he have a whole potato field on his name, not just some kilos. πŸ˜‰

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