Grenouille # 17 - Grenouille and the Eggs (from Way Back)

 

Grenouille has been waiting years for these eggs to hatch. I brought them back from a gorge in deep mountains (another trek into a river bed with dress shoes and a bow tie - I travel in the most inconvenient clothing). We have long wondered what will hatch from them. I think they will be reptiles, but Grenouille refuses to believe anything so horrible could hatch from anything so lovely. I've pointed out that reptiles DO hatch from eggs, and he has asked me if I've ever actually seen any of those eggs. "Well, no, not in person." "Then I am at liberty to believe they must be ugly."

We have had them in the sun, in the shade, under mulch for warmth in the winter, with music playing by candle light to lure the creatures out, with a bowl of milk set by them to coax them to emerge. Nothing has worked. We check on them often, and they are arranged differently some days, so that proves they are still alive. Grenouille refers to our vigil as "heroic patience."

Grenouille update:  Eh voila, the eggs still have not hatched.  Years have passed, and the eggs have moved themselves throughout les jardins with no other change than location.  I am altering my original opinion.  I now believe these may be a form of life tres lent.  Am I not also made of stone?  And I also move about tres lentement.