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At the very top of the hay-mow in the barn, the Speckled Hen had made her nest, and each day for twelve days she had laid in it a pretty white egg.

As she laid her eggs, she would cackle to herself, saying, “This will in time be a beautiful chick, with soft, fluffy down all over its body and bright little eyes that will look at the world in amazement. It will be one of my children, and I shall love it dearly.”

She named each egg, as she laid it, by the name she should call it when a chick, the first one being “Cluckety-Cluck,” and the next “Cadaw-Cut,” and so on; and when she came to the twelfth egg she called it “Humpty Dumpty.”

This twelfth egg was remarkably big and white and of a very pretty shape, and as the nest was now so full she laid it quite near the edge. And then the Speckled Hen, after looking proudly at her work, went off to the barn-yard, clucking joyfully, in search of something to eat.

“It’s getting crowded in this nest; move up there, some of you fellows!” And then he gave Cadaw-Cut, who was above him, a kick.

“I can’t move unless the others do; they’re crowding me down!” said Cadaw-Cut; and he kicked the egg next above him. And so they continued kicking one another and rolling around in the nest until one kicked Humpty Dumpty, and he rolled down the hay-mow until he came to a stop near the very bottom.

Humpty did not like this, but he was a bright egg for one so young. The barn door was open, and he caught a glimpse of trees and hedges, and green grass with a silvery brook running through it. And he saw the waving grain and the sunshine flooding it all.

He began to make his way carefully through the hay, and was getting along fairly well when he heard a voice say,

“Where are you going?”

Humpty looked around and found he was beside a pretty little nest in which was one brown egg.

“Did you speak?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied the brown egg; “I asked where you were going.”

“Who are you?” enquired Humpty; “do you belong in our nest?”

“Oh, no!” answered the brown egg; “my name is Coutchie-Coulou, and the Black Bantam laid me about an hour ago.”

“Oh,” said Humpty, proudly; “I belong to the Speckled Hen, myself.”

“Do you, indeed!” returned Coutchie-Coulou. “I saw her go by a little while ago, and she’s much bigger than the Black Bantam.”

“Yes, and I’m much bigger than you,” replied Humpty. “But I’m going out to see the world, and if you like to go with me I’ll take good care of you.”

“Isn’t it dangerous for eggs to go about all by themselves?” asked Coutchie, timidly.

“Perhaps so,” answered Humpty, “but it’s dangerous in the nest too; my brothers might have smashed me with their kicking. However, if we are careful we can’t come to much harm; so come along, little one, and I’ll look after you.”

Answer 1

Coutchie-Coulou hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the safety of the nest where she had just been laid. The idea of adventure was exhilarating, but the uncertainty of what lay beyond made her nervous. “But where will we go?” she inquired.

Humpty Dumpty puffed up a little, brimming with confidence. “We can explore the barnyard! I’ve seen the world through the barn door, and it’s full of wonderful things. There are chickens pecking the ground, a lovely pond with ducks swimming, and fields, oh, so many fields!”

With a gentle nudge from Humpty, Coutchie-Coulou felt her own curiosity ignite. “Alright, let’s go! But we must be careful,” she said determinedly.

“Of course!” Humpty reassured her. “Stay close to me.”

Together, they edged their way through the hay, taking slow and cautious steps. As they approached the barn door, the sunlight spilled in, illuminating the dusty air with a golden glow. The two eggs peered outside, the vibrant colors of the barnyard awing them.

“Look at the chickens!” Humpty exclaimed, pointing with his oval shape. “They look so happy racing around!”

“Do you think they’ll want to play with us?” Coutchie-Coulou asked, her excitement bubbling over.

“Why not? Let’s go say hello!” replied Humpty.

With slight wobbles but a determined spirit, they tumbled out into the barnyard. The grass was a soft carpet beneath them, and they could feel the warmth of the sun embracing their shells. As they moved further into the yard, they spotted a group of hens scratching at the dirt and clucking as they rummaged for seeds.

“Hey there, you two!” called one particularly plump hen who waddled over. “What are two eggs like you doing out here all alone?”

“We’re adventuring!” Humpty declared, puffing out his chest. “I’m Humpty Dumpty, and this is Coutchie-Coulou. We want to see the world!”

The hens chuckled, their feathers ruffling in the breeze. “The world can be a tricky place for little eggs. You should stick together and be careful. We wouldn’t want a mishap to happen!”

“We will!” Coutchie-Coulou promised, glancing at Humpty. “He’s looking out for me.”

Just then, a loud croak interrupted their chatter. They turned to see a brightly-colored frog hopping nearby. “What’s this? Eggs in the yard? You’re not supposed to be out here!” it croaked, eyeing them suspiciously. “What if a hungry bird came along?”

“We can handle ourselves!” Humpty replied, a bit more bravely than he felt. “We just want to see what the barnyard is like!”

The frog hopped closer, intrigued. “Very well, but I suggest you stay near the ground. It’s safer there. How about I show you the pond? It’s quite nice this time of year.”

“Let’s go!” said Coutchie-Coulou, feeling a sense of adventure ripple through her.

With Humpty leading the way and the frog guiding them, the two eggs began their journey across the barnyard. They explored beneath the blooming flowers, marveled at the ducks paddling serenely in the pond, and watched the tall grass sway in the gentle wind. All the while, they stuck together, their bond growing stronger with every step.

For that day, Humpty Dumpty and Coutchie-Coulou learned that the world was indeed a vast and beautiful place. As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the barnyard, they felt grateful for their adventure—full of wonder and excitement, but more importantly, for each other’s companionship. And though they were just two little eggs out in the world, they knew they could always rely on one another to face whatever came their way.

Answer 2

And so they continued kicking one another and rolling around in the nest until one kicked Humpty Dumpty, and he rolled down the hay-mow until he came to a stop near the very bottom.”

How does the narrator’s perspective in this excerpt impact the story?

The narrator’s third-person omniscient perspective provides readers with a neutral description of the characters’ actions and dialogue.

The narrator’s third-person limited perspective reveals only Cadaw-Cut’s thoughts, so readers are more sympathetic toward him.

The narrator’s third-person omniscient perspective provides detailed descriptions of the nest, which helps readers visualize the story’s setting.

The narrator’s third-person limited perspective characterizes Cadaw-Cut as aggressive, so the reader views him in a negative light.

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Answer 3

The correct answer is:

The narrator’s third-person omniscient perspective provides readers with a neutral description of the characters’ actions and dialogue.

This perspective allows readers to see the actions of all the characters in the scene without being limited to a single character's thoughts or feelings, providing a broader understanding of the situation as it unfolds.