Sir Egg Cup Explains

Sir Egg Cup explains his situation to the bulldog clip and son.

Sir Egg Cup Explains

“I’m terribly sorry,” said Sir Egg Cup, “but I can’t help you find your way home. You see, this orange spoon, which I am required to carry by my Knightly Order of Breakfast, has destroyed my brain and I have no memory of these parts. Why, I have even forgotten my own address, although I know it was somewhere in a place known as Kitchen Cupboard. I would make a poor guide, as I’m sure you will agree, now that you know of my handicap.”

The bulldog clip nodded gravely. “Yes, I can see how you feel unable to be of assistance. Not to worry, sir. Me and my son,” here he indicated the young clip sitting on his shoulder, “we’ll continue our search alone. Perhaps we’ll meet another kind soul who will show us the way.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Sir Egg Cup. “These things are sent to try us. The important thing is to keep on, never give up, and fortune will smile on you.”

“As I’m sure it will for you too,” responded the Bulldog clip. “But, if I may ask, why do you carry the spoon up there in your head? It seems a strange thing to do if it damages you so severely.”

Sir Egg Cup sighed. “Ah well, rules are rules, young feller, and I have taken a sacred vow to have the dashed thing with me wherever I go. It’s part of my calling to the Order in the first place, you see.”

“Actually, I don’t see. What use is there for a spoon, after all?”

“‘Tis the very function of my breed,” explained Sir Egg Cup. “We are intended purely for the holding of a boiled egg while its contents are consumed by the Master of Ceremonies. He of the buttered toast and marmalade. And, to perform these acts for his sustenance, he needs a spoon. Not just any spoon, you understand, but one small enough to fit into an egg. Most spoons are far too big for the task and so we, the Knights of the Order of Breakfast, must ensure that a suitable spoon is always available.

“Mine is a plastic one, as you can see, for lightness’ sake, but I had not foreseen how it would rattle around in my head on a journey such as I have undertaken. My brain may not be as boiled as the eggs it is designed to receive, but it is certainly scrambled.”

The bulldog clip seemed suitably impressed. “I understand now,” he said. “But why did you decide to go on such a journey? The Desktop must seem very foreign to you.”

Sir Egg Cup smiled. “That, my friend, is a very good question. The problem is that I do not remember the answer.”


Word count: 462
For Personify Writing Contest, June 2025
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