wrong.

Farmer Brown's boy, up in the tree by the nest of Hooty the Owl in
the lonesome corner of the Green Forest, was fighting a battle. No,
he wasn't fighting with Hooty or Mrs. Hooty. He was fighting a
battle right inside himself. It was a battle between right and
wrong. Once upon a time he had taken great delight in collecting the
eggs of birds, in trying to see how many kinds he could get. Then as
he had come to know the little forest and meadow people better, he
had seen that taking the eggs of birds is very, very wrong, and he
had stopped stealing them. He bad declared that never again would he
steal an egg from a bird.

But never before had he found a nest of Hooty the Owl. Those two big
eggs would add ever so much to his collection. "Take 'em, " said a
little voice inside. "Hooty is a robber. You will be doing a
kindness to the other birds by taking them."

"Don't do it, " said another little voice. "Hooty may be a robber,
but he has a place in the Green Forest, or Old Mother Nature never
would have put him here. It is just as much stealing to take his
eggs as to take the eggs of any other bird. He has just as much
right to them as Jenny Wren has to hers."

"Take one and leave one, " said the first voice.

"That will be just as much stealing as if you took both, " said the
second voice. "Besides, you will be breaking your own word. You said
that you never would take another egg."