A bunch of serviette claimed: I am an egg with character.
A strawberry standing straight said passionately: I am the real egg in blush.
A broccoli whispered: I am an egg in blossom.
An egg shook her butt and scorned: No! No! No! Don’t imitate the way I sit to claim you are an egg.
Somehow there is difference between the real mature of thing and what you perceive .