Humpty Dumpty slipped into the tavern through the back. The night was black, and even darker clouds gathered on the horizon. He was tired of the salon talk and the chicken coop meetings. The revolution was happening, and he wanted to do something about it.
He had heard through the grapevine that the Culper ring, Washington’s network of spies were recruiting eggs to carry secret messages across enemy lines. He wanted to be a part of it. To help the cause.
In a small room off of the kitchen, Humpty sat down with Mr. Culpeper. After he shook his hand and thanked him for his duty, Culpeper pulled a quill and a vile of yellow liquid from his drawer.
“What is that stuff,” Dumpty asked, not liking the smell.
“You don’t want to know,” said Culpeper.
“What are you writing?”
Culpeper looked him over for a moment. “You don’t need to know.”
Dumpty was quickly rushed out into the night. He slipped out of the town and into the countryside that surrounded the British held town of New York.
Culpeper had told him to go East until he came to the farm of Samuel Townsend.
Just before dawn, Dumpty reached the outskirts of the Townsend farm.
“Nobody said anything about there being a wall!” Dumpty looked up at the six-foot stone barrier that stood before him.
“I’ve crossed walls before,” he told himself as he started to climb.
He reached the top, just as day broke. He sat there for a moment, taking in the beauty of the sunrise.
Suddenly a rooster called out from right beside him.
Dumpty panicked. “No,” he cried as he tumbled forward.
His shell shattered as he hit the ground.
He had made it to the Townsend farm. He only had to wait. Soldiers always came to put him back together again.
He just hoped they would not be wearing Red Coats.
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