Suture. First word. The flying egg has a band aid on its shell to hide a laceration. The egg’s name is Free. It’s looking for someone to help.

  “Momma!”

  “Go away!” the seagull yelled as it flew faster.

  “But why, momma?” the egg followed it as it flew.

  “Watch out!” the other seagull screamed but it was too late. A plane hit the female seagull until all that was left was feathers, blood, and smoke. The plane and seagull exploded before they spiraled down. Free was shocked seeing this. She froze, but kept flapping her wings. The other seagull disappeared.

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  Free wondered what it would look like when she hatched. She doesn’t remember what kind of bird she is, whether she’s a chicken, duck, or wren. She was about the size of a large chicken egg. Brown in color, but about to hatch in a few weeks. She doesn’t know how she grew wings to fly, but it works so she’s able to fly. Free became hungry all of a sudden. She still had yolk in her sac, so she paused mid-air to snack on some protein. After eating, she got thirsty so she drank her own sweat.

  Free spotted a forest as she looked down while she was drinking. One particular tree stood out to her. Don’t talk about Chick Fil-A in front of a flying egg. It might get scared and fly away.

  The tree is green. It looks like a pine tree with branches big enough for Free to land in. So Free landed on one of the branches. One of the branches had a nest. No eggs, birds, shells or anything. Free decided to take a nap in the empty nest. Its wings disappeared as soon as it fell asleep.