Bibi, a kind-hearted girl with a love for animals, lived on a small farm with her family. Her days were filled with the sounds of clucking chickens, the gentle mooing of cows, and the excited yips of her favorite companions—six playful puppies.
These puppies were not just any dogs; they were golden-furred bundles of energy who had been born in the barn just a few weeks ago. Their mother, Daisy, was a loving and attentive dog, but Bibi knew that as the puppies grew, they would need extra nourishment to stay strong and healthy.
Her grandmother had once told her, “Eggs are nature’s perfect food. They make puppies grow strong.” Remembering this advice, Bibi decided that today, she would gather fresh eggs from the chicken coop and boil them for the little ones.
The Morning Harvest
As the sun cast a golden glow over the farm, Bibi grabbed a woven basket and skipped toward the chicken coop. The hens were already awake, scratching at the ground in search of breakfast. She smiled as she watched them cluck and peck, their feathers gleaming in the sunlight.
“Good morning, ladies!” Bibi greeted them cheerfully.
One of the older hens, a plump red-feathered one named Ruby, tilted her head and let out a soft cluck, as if acknowledging Bibi’s presence. She reached into the nesting boxes carefully, feeling the warmth of the freshly laid eggs beneath her fingers. One by one, she placed them in her basket, handling them gently so they wouldn’t crack.
As she reached for another egg, she noticed a tiny chick peeking out from under its mother’s wing. “Not yours,” she whispered with a giggle, letting the mother hen keep her precious baby warm.
By the time she finished, Bibi had gathered a dozen eggs. “This should be enough for the puppies,” she said to herself, tucking the basket securely in the crook of her arm.
Preparing the Feast
Back in the farmhouse kitchen, Bibi filled a pot with water and carefully placed the eggs inside. She set it on the stove and turned on the flame, watching as tiny bubbles began to form at the bottom.
While she waited for the water to boil, she thought about how much the puppies had grown. Just a few weeks ago, they had been tiny, their eyes barely open, snuggling close to their mother for warmth. Now, they were wobbling on their short legs, exploring every corner of the barn, their tails wagging with excitement.
“Strong puppies need strong food,” she murmured, feeling proud of her little task.
After a few minutes, the water reached a rolling boil. She let the eggs cook before turning off the heat and pouring cool water over them to stop the cooking. Carefully, she began peeling the shells, revealing the smooth, golden yolks inside.
Once all the eggs were peeled, Bibi mashed them into smaller pieces, making sure they were easy for the puppies to eat. The rich smell filled the kitchen, and she could already imagine the excitement when she brought the food to the barn.
A Feast for the Puppies
Carrying a shallow bowl filled with warm, mashed eggs, Bibi made her way to the barn. As soon as she opened the door, Daisy lifted her head and wagged her tail. The puppies, sensing something delicious was nearby, tumbled over each other in excitement.
“Alright, little ones, breakfast is served!” she announced, setting the bowl down on the hay-covered floor.
The puppies, barely able to control their enthusiasm, buried their tiny noses into the bowl. Their tails wagged furiously as they licked up the soft, warm eggs, their small mouths chomping happily.
Daisy, the mother dog, watched with calm approval. Bibi gave her a gentle pat on the head. “You’ve done such a good job, Daisy. They’re growing up so fast.”
One of the smaller puppies, a golden-furred boy with a white spot on his nose, finished his portion and clambered onto Bibi’s lap, licking her fingers as if to say thank you. She giggled and scratched behind his ears.
The Joy of Giving
As she sat among the puppies, watching them enjoy their meal, Bibi felt a warm sense of satisfaction. Providing food for them wasn’t just about keeping them strong—it was about love, about making sure they felt cared for.
Her grandmother had once told her that the best kind of giving comes from the heart, and as she sat surrounded by happy, full-bellied puppies, Bibi knew exactly what she meant.
From that day on, collecting eggs for the puppies became part of her morning routine. Every time she walked to the coop, she felt grateful for the simple joys of farm life—the clucking of hens, the warmth of the sun, and the love of her golden-furred friends.
And the puppies? They grew up healthy and strong, always greeting her with wagging tails and excited yips, knowing that their beloved Bibi would always take care of them.
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