"Hizashi, why do you have an egg on your neck gear?" Elly reached out and gently touched the fragile shell.
"I what?!" He scrunched down and sure enough, a tiny egg was wedged in part of the speaker, close to the hollow of his throat. "I don't know where that came from, honest!"
"It's warm," she noted, frowning a little. "Maybe it's still okay."
"What do we do?"
"Keep it warm and safe. It's summer, so it's hot out. Heat shouldn't be an issue." She rummaged around in their closet. "Look! An old desk lamp. If we put it on a blanket inside a little tupperware container and keep this on it on low, it should hatch if it hasn't gotten too cold."
A few days later, Hizashi was eating his lunch in the kitchen. He decided to check on the egg since he was bored and put down his burger, cramming a couple fries in his mouth to munch along the way. He meandered into the bedroom and up to the nightstand. The egg had cracked, and a tiny, naked pink bird was peeping frantically under the light with half of a shell stuck to its rear. The french fry fell out of his mouth as Hizashi gaped.
"Ches Ches Ches! It hatched!"
"Ohhh my gosh," she gasped, rushing into the room. "So cute! We have to figure out what type he is!"
His eyes grew wide as its beak gripped at the fry. "I'm'a call him French Fry," he announced.
Elly giggled softly. "Nugget would be more appropriate. But, um. He probably shouldn't be eating that."
"Eh... we'll figure it out."
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