"Woah. WOAH. Look." "What is that? An ostridge? An emu?"

"An emu I think."

"Wow. Well, maybe we can stop there on our way back to town, get a better look. Hey, they even sell fresh eggs there."

"What? Emu eggs?"

"Um, no. Chicken eggs."

"Oh, ok, because you could, like, make a whole omelette out of an emu egg, and that would be gross."

"Yeah. That's why people don't sell those."

"Ok."