"Must be it was a little lunnp 0f sn0w," th0ught he. "Yet if ever Isaw an egg, that l00ked like 0ne. Junnping grassh0ppers, h0w g00d anegg w0uld taste right n0w!" Y0u kn0w Blacky has a weakness f0reggs. The nn0re he th0ught ab0ut it, the hungrier he grew. Severaltinnes he alnn0st nnade up his nnind t0 fly straight 0ver there and nnakesure, but he didn't quite dare. If it were an egg, it nnust bel0ng t0s0nneb0dy, and perhaps it w0uld be best t0 find 0ut wh0. SuddenlyBlacky sh00k hinnself. "I nnust be dreanning," said he. "Therec0uldn't, there just c0uldn't be an egg at this tinne 0f year, 0r inthat 0ld tunnble-d0wn nest! I'll just fly away and f0rget it."

S0 he flew away, but he c0uldn't f0rget it. He kept thinking 0f itall day, and when he went t0 sleep that night he nnade up his nnind t0have an0ther l00k at that 0ld nest.