((Shhh, I'm still in my eggy casing. o3o))
A small blue egg wiggled in the grass as the wing stirred it, carrying its slightly rotten smell through the air. The cool wind was cooling it; it welcomed the break from the constant heat its own body was making.
Suddenly a very interesting conscious came in contact with his. Interested, he wiggled, as if straining to get closer to the pet with the interesting conscious. The blue and white egg was wiggling so much that it would be almost impossible to not notice it- even harder if you hadn't already smelled it.
Suddenly the egg lurched forward and started rolling downhill. Oh no! Scared, the creature in the egg, almost at full maturity, let out a terrifying bolt of incoherent thought to any creature in the general area that could hear it. It rolled and rolled, but finally hit a rocky river bank and slowed to a stop. The egg was bruised but uncracked, thankfully. But who would find it now?
((If you missed it, this one is heading right for Moofius's Mummer. ))