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ried about。”
An A？ Being responsible for the death of a baby chick—that's what I was worried about。
Suddenly there was real appeal in building a volcano or
making my own neoprene or demonstrating the various scientific applications of gear ratios。
But the ball was in motion； and Mrs。 Brubeck would have no more discussion about it。 She
pulled The Beginner's Guide to Raising Chickens
from her bookshelf and said； “Read the section on artificial incubation and set yourself up
tonight。 I'll get you an egg tomorrow。”
“But …”
“Don't worry so much； Juli；” she said。 “We do this every year； and it's always one of the best
projects at the fair。”
I said； “But…；” but she was gone。 Off to put an end to some other student's battle with
indecision。
That night I was more worried than ever。 I'd read the chapter on incubation at least four times
and was still confused about where to start。 I didn't
happen to have an old aquarium lying around！ We didn't happen to have an incubation
thermometer！ Would a deep…fry model work？
I was supposed to control humidity； too； or horrible things would happen to the chick。 Too dry
and the chick couldn't peck out； too wet and it would
die of mushy chick disease。 Mushy chick disease？！
My mother； being the sensible person that she is； told me to tell Mrs。 Brubeck that I simply
wouldn't be hatching a chick。 “Have you co
