Write a tall tale in 100 words
It had been a hot summer on the farm. No rain meant the crows were flying backwards to keep the dust from their eyes and the farmer was having to spray water on his chickens to stop them laying hard boiled eggs.
To make it worse on one hot and windy day his chickens had laid the same eggs twice.
Something had to give. Already his farm hands were crushing stones from the creek bed to extract water from them. Tonight as he cooked his eggs on the bitumen outside his house he thought things had to improve.