And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short Stories and Tales. This is your host, John Hagadorn. Today, a great

short story from Frank Stockton called The Magic Egg. Hope you enjoy.

The pretty little theater attached to the building of the

unicorn club had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert

Loring who wished to give therein a somewhat novel performance,

to which he had invited a small audience consisting entirely of friends and acquaintances.

Loring was a handsome fellow, about 30 years old,

who had traveled bar and studied much.

He had recently made a long sojourn in the Far East and his friends had been invited to

the theater to see some of the wonderful things he had brought from that country of

wonders. As Loring was a club man and belonged to a family of good social

standing, his circle of acquaintances was large and in this circle a good many unpleasant remarks had been made

regarding the proposed entertainment made of course by the people who had not

been invited to be present. Some of the gossip on the subject had reached Loring who did not hesitate to say that he could not talk to a crowd and that he did not care to show the curious things he had collected to people who would not thoroughly appreciate them.

He had been very particular in regard to his invitations.

At three o'clock on the appointed afternoon, nearly all the people who had been invited to the

unicorn theater were in their seats. No one had stayed away except for some very good reason,

for it was well known that if Herbert Loring offered to show anything, it was worth seeing.

About 40 people were present who sat talking to one another or admiring the decoration of

the theater.

As Lauren stood upon the stage where he was entirely alone, his exhibition requiring no assistance,

he gazed through a loophole in the curtain upon a very interesting array of faces. There were the faces of

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