The Hatching
The small beast leaps onto your shoulder as you walk away from the
stream. It's heat a welcoming feeling to your rather cold body.
As you look at the rather large egg you wonder what it is. It's way
too big to be a water fowl's egg, but it couldn't be anything else.
Unless.... You lean close to the object as the shell slowly cracks.
After a few minutes, a small reptile with wings sits in front of you.
He is red and is still covered with the stuff from the egg. He shakes
and the sticky gunk splatters all over the place. He looks at you
with his head cocked to the side. You reach out and scratch the
creature behind his ear. The scaly feeling that you thought would
have been quiet gross was comforting in a strange way.
