Sierra had been digging in poo for far longer than she ever wanted to do in one lifetime. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since they'd started the activity, but just one second was long enough for Sierra. She'd tried not to not think too hard about the fact that the buckets were filled with poo, but each time she looked down into the buckets and saw the disgusting mixture of brown nastiness, her stomach just turned that much more.

The sooner she found her egg, though, the sooner this would all be over! With that thought in mind, Sierra plunged her hand back into the bucket. She just wanted to find that small, oval-shaped object again. She was sure it had been her egg, only both her gloves and the egg had been too slippery. A few seconds later, her hands grazed across the oval-shaped object once again, an she made a grab for it. This time, she had a good hold of it!

She withdrew her hand and waited as the poo (or pudding) dripped off the object. It was--her egg, yes! She started to smile, but then stopped as the egg started slipping from her grasp. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the egg bounce around in her hands. "Get still, you idiot egg!" she silently fussed. Almost as if the egg itself could hear her thoughts, it grew still in her hands. Yes, she'd done it! She'd found both her items.