What was that?
You freeze, all your senses on alert. Not mineral. Not vegetable, either. That
means...animal? Your eyes scan the countryside, swiveling like searchlights,
and pause briefly on a grove of trees to the north.
"No, not there! Up here!" guides a voice edged with impatience. As you whirl
around, peering up, you squint and shield your eyes against the sun's glare.
Waving at you from the top of a rickety wooden fence is a well-groomed egg, who
confesses, "I could use a bit of help, if you don't mind."
After a long and rather awkward silence, the egg mutters, "It's very rude to
stare, you know. When I was your age, children were taught to respect their
elders, not gawk at them as if they were animals in a zoo." The egg crosses his
legs, folds his arms and pretends to ignore you.
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