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No tenía idea de que esto fuera posible. Leí en algún lugar (hace mucho tiempo) que un pollito debe salir del caparazón por sí mismo para fortalecerse o sería demasiado débil para vivir fuera del caparazón. ¿Dónde aprendiste a hacer esto?
Esto me recuerda una historia divertida que mi padre me contó. Cuando era joven vivía en una granja y sus padres tenían gallinas. Un día, tomó un huevo sin permiso y caminó todo el camino hasta la ciudad para conseguir dulces. Eligió su dulce y puso el huevo en el mostrador para pagar el dulce. El huevo rodó y cuando el dueño de la tienda intentó atraparlo, el huevo se rompió. Lamentablemente, el huevo estaba podrido y apestaba toda la tienda. ¡Ahora mi padre se ríe, pero cuando sucedió estaba muy avergonzado!
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I had no idea that this was possible. I read somewhere (a long time ago) that a chick must get out of the shell by itself to make itself strong or it would be too weak to live outside the shell. Where did you learn to do this?
This reminds me of a funny story that my father told me. When he was young he lived on a farm and his parents had chickens. One day he took an egg without permission and walked all the way to town to the store to get candy. He chose his candy and put the egg on the counter to pay for the candy. The egg rolled and when the store owner tried to catch it the egg broke. Unfortunately the egg was rotten and the whole store stunk. Now my father laughs about it but when it happened he was very embarrassed!
Guau what great and amazing history about your father, this tales make that our life have interesting remembers, as people say remembered is come back to the past .
What embarazing should feel your daddy when the egg was broken.
You have reason when a chicken do not could broke the shell by himself it is posible that he does not survived, but in this case the time to open and born esa finished and the hen star to abbadonated the bed, for this reason we decided to help him.
And he is ok right now.
Many thank for share your daddy story, you inspired me to written a post about my uncle toño who sell milk from the farm to the city and for make money for him, took a little water from the river little in the way and added to the box or bottle of milk and when the bottle where leave in other recipe for sell to the city person a little fish chimbolo swiming between the milk.
Imagine the face of the people when they Saw a fish in milk.
Poor uncle Toño his father give him a great fight golpiza.
And until our day people when buy milk from the farm asking is pure milk or have fish chimbolos in attemtion of my uncle Toño.
Oh lord when we are child doing interesting things.
Thank you so much for help me with great histories.
A hugge.
¡Me hiciste reir! Como siempre, espero su publicación.
You made me laugh! As always, I look forward to your post.