The Contender's Egg
Michael, Age 14, Coral Springs, FL
The Alaskan cold bit at Rich Felton’s face as he trudged wearily forward towards the excavation site. Being the rookie in the small group of archeologists, he was not used to grueling work under such conditions. As he moved toward the site, he glimpsed something strange out of the corner of his eye. Wiping the snow away, he revealed a gigantic egg, preserved for so long in its frozen grave. Wildly he called to the supervisor of the group, Fred Trowsky.
The egg rested on the table in the preservation room near the site. Rich was admiring his find, when the supervisor walked inside, shaking snow off his boots.
“Hey, Rich,” he grunted, “what are you doing with my egg?”
Rich was confused.
Fred Trowsky went on. “Since this is my group, and my site, that’s my egg.”
“But,” Rich sputtered feebly, “I found it off the site.”
“No one knows that. If I claim it, I get it.”
Quickly, Rich’s bewilderment turned into fierce anger. “You can’t do that! That’s my egg! You can’t take my find!”
A malicious smile spread over Fred’s face as he quietly sneered,
“I’ll take that off your hands Rich – you’re fired.”
As the news spread further, presidents, emperors, and rulers heard of
the find, and how much money it could be worth, and filled the cramped,
cold room with their representatives. Debates were getting stronger in
the packed room. The icy chamber began to get warmer. Hours dragged on,
until the room reached an almost comfortable temperature. No one seemed
to notice the ice around the egg melting.
“Rich,” he advised, “don’t get caught up in the arguing – it’s useless. There’s no point in it. It’s just a lot of men’s greed gettin’ stirred up because they know they could get lots of money.”
Rich turned around and stared hard at Max. “I can’t get caught up in
it. I’m fired.”
“Suppose the egg you found was part of a nest, and there was another egg that you didn’t notice in that nest.”
Rich leaped up, beginning to get excited. He grabbed his back-pack
and pick-ax and started hiking over towards where he had found the
previous egg, followed by Max. He carefully cut away at the ice.
Gradually, something appeared. Breathlessly, Rich swept away the rest of
the snow, and revealed another egg.
Sharp, angry laughter filled the room. The quarrel continued. Fists
pounded the table. Unbeknownst to the contenders, the egg started moving
because the table was shaking. The ice had completely melted, and the
egg began to roll. Suddenly, above the noise someone shouted, but the
cry came too late. The devastated remains of the great egg lay scattered
all over the floor. What had been disputed over for so long now had no
“Wait,” Rich said slowly, “this is your find. You had the idea of checking here. Take the egg.”
“You take it, Rich, I don’t need it.”
Rich gawked at Max in amazement. Then suddenly he had a horrible thought. “Wait, what if Fred claims it?”
“He’s not your boss anymore since he fired you. You can claim it yourself. And I’d claim it as fast as possible if I were you.”
“Thank you so much Max!”
Swiftly, Rich left to stake his claim for the egg.
“Hey, Max, why is there such a black cloud over everyone here?”
Max turned towards Rich with a knowing smile. “The egg is broken. I saw its remains on the preservation room’s floor.”
But Rich’s voice was cut off with the ringing of his cell-phone. “Hello? Yes…Really? Yes – thank you, sir…Thank you!”
“Herman Elwood, the greatest archeologist of all time just called me! He wants me to be on his team! He was at the office when I claimed the egg!”
Max grinned, “Imagine if you had been arguing over the egg you found earlier. Instead of finding the other egg, your greed would have got the best of you, and you would have lost what you argued for. Now, you have a new job, and another great find.”
As the sun sank below the Alaskan horizon, a satisfied grin broke over Rich’s face as he looked forward eagerly to his next adventure.
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