COULD IT BE? The birds were chirping in tune with the morning breeze, and it was a beautiful morning. Savannah picked out fresh eggs from the chicken coop and placed them in the basket. It was her favorite task every morning, and Mrs. Kent was sure that was not a chore she had to worry about anymore. This particular morning, Savannah walked into the house with a basket full to the brim with eggs. “Your lucky hands did it again. Those seem like a decent amount for pancakes today.” “I know, ma'am, need help preparing them?” She was smiling ear to ear. Savannah organized the eggs on the almost-empty egg tray. “You know I’ll never say no to your company in the kitchen, why don’t you start by beating the eggs?” She cracked the first egg into a bowl. No sooner had she started beating the eggs than she felt lightheaded. Her feet were suddenly too weak to hold her. She tried to support herself onto the counter, but her hands slowly turned numb. “Are you okay, Vee?” Mr
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