Write a story that clearly illustrates the saying: Do not count your chickens before they are hatched

It was a rainy dark day on the farm. Me and aunt Sallie were very discouraged. We had so many plans to do on the farm today. I had been looking forward to having fun. I had only been here one day! I didn’t even get the chance to experience anything. Maybe I’m overreacting? Aunt Sallie says it’s okay because the chickens weren’t ready anyway. I’ve been thinking about what she said all day.. what does that even mean?? I had thought she meant the chickens weren’t ready to hatch yet, but I mean it’s obvious they weren’t. They were still in their eggs!! Uncle Rob told me the exact same thing. But me being the adventurous 12 year olds girl I am, I went and checked on the eggs. They looked perfectly fine to me. I couldn’t help but touch them and count them one by one. There were so many of them. Uncle Rob and Aunt Sallie were looking for me, so I had to be quiet. I proceeded to count the eggs and they broke. They broke. Right in my hands. I couldn’t be anymore scared than I was in that very moment. I should’ve just listened. I didn’t know what to do, so I picked up the broken eggs, and ran to where the horses stayed. I tucked the eggs in the hay and ran. I ran all the way up the hills and back. By the time I got back, I was completely sooked in rain. They were terrified when I came back. They told me they had looked everywhere for me. They thought something happened to me. I was trying hard not to show any regret on my face. Later that night, then checked on the chicken eggs. My heart DROPPED. I didn’t know how to tell them what happened. I knew they got there when that called my name, “ELLA, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EGGS?”, “I know you must know.. You were the only one that came out.” I stood in silence. I didn’t know how to react. I tried to look as confused as possible. I don’t think that worked. Maybe next time I should just listen.. Don’t mess with the chickens, and don’t count the chickens before they hatch..