Jon guessed there were about sixty chickens in the room. Well not exactly sixty. One of them was not a chicken, it was an emu. Not exactly a emu. You see the emu was filed with gold. Of course now the emu was dead. The farmer killed it, a fool he was. Now it was Jon's turn. He would find the golden egg. He would be the hero.
Jon searched all day, and all night. The next morning Jon had not found the egg. He had run out of time. Many people tried to find the egg. I looked too, but I couldn't find the egg.