An Egg by any other name is still frail.

Today we have a new story, a follow up on a tale posted just about a year ago, the ever month late Lazy August makes their return in september. However, what is going with her lately? Has she got butterflies in her stomach for somepony?
Or somepony in her stomach for... butter, purposes.

Suppose You will have to find out~.

Once there was a bird ruminating,
they sat on an egg and just waiting,
For motion they heard,
then thought the bird,
Whoever's inside is just baiting...

and so with their beak,
they pricked, indeed,
for the shell it was hard and stubborn.

But where they had pecked,
the shell was wrecked,
and nothing of value would remain.

Happy Filthy Friday~.