What is it?
Anyone who spent any time with my dad knows the answer to this one... a porcupine egg. Dad said he sold them as such at some tourist trap near the Dinosaur National Monument when he was young. I never knew which of his stories to believe. He was full of corny jokes. Whenever we would pass a cemetery, he would say, "people are just dying to get in there". Or "a train just passed by" and when you asked how he knew, the response was always "because it left its' tracks".
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