Hanging the blind to see the Hatchery Dept. It began as usual from the door he opened and plodded into the Peacock Vaccine dept. He greeted Dr. Samanta, who was too busy to respond. The behavior lobbed fears in him, the fears that virtually succeeded in restoring his sanity, that almost made him changed his mind,. But Dr. Samanta pacified him, tucked him deeper in the devilish thought with sudden smiles and loud response.
The Forman demanded for an empty bag she handed to him. He slammed the door behind him and slogged awfully to the Hatchery Dept. As expected the Hatchery Dept. The place was empty. The fowls cackled at his presence.
Looking sideways he ducked into the egg room. The room was silent if not for the rapid whirs of the fanafrick fan. Fearfully and religiously he filled the bag with fattest eggs. The demon possessing his mind bumped out of his head when he heard a loud unnatural cough from Hagi, the gateman.
Hagi passed him into the room, picked the broom he came for and walked out pretending he had seen nobody. No any reason to defend himself. How do he explain it to her Banker wife, to her daughter, to his workers that he had been sacked for stealing fifty-five eggs.
He returned the eggs and decided he must see the gateman at once. He met the gateman sweeping the verandah of his quarter. The Forman tapped Hagi, flailed the bag before him and altered feverishly he had returned the eggs. The Forman tapped him to lower his voice before the Hatchery Dept. The Forman promised to give him whatsoever thing he would demand. He outlined the consequences of attempting to steal from the company before going on to make his demand; the Forman would share his monthly salary into two, one for himself one for him, the gateman.
