Apparently, I am first expected to choose one.

Absolutely not.

Look at them.

That’s a posse that just found out somebody’s been asking questions.

You want me to stand in front of that group, point to one chicken, and announce, “  Donatella “Double Yolks” Eggalotti is my  favorite”?

Fuhgeddaboudit

I know how to pick my battles.

We don’t need Vinny “No Crumbs” Eggarelli getting his feathers ruffled, and Frankie “The Beak” Eggatini has been giving me that look since breakfast.

Besides, I still can’t decide whether they were coming to greet me or coming to collect a debt.

They serve me breakfast daily, although I must admit, there are mornings when the egg-distribution arrangement is questionable.

Still, we have an understanding.

At least, I thought we did.

Looking at this picture now, I’m beginning to reconsider exactly where I fall in the organization.

I thought they were my posse.
Yet somehow I’m the one standing in the lineup while Donatella asks the questions, Vinny checks the inventory, and Frankie wants to know why I’ve shown up without enough snacks.

Okay, guys. There you have it.
I shared my pic.
And apparently, breakfast is now served.