Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

The egg was hot, and the baby dragon inside wanted nothing more than to get out at last and spread his/her wings. How did one escape from an egg, hmm? What was an egg, anyway? Was it not just an extension of a mother dragon, with possible father dragon DNA donated to keep things lively? Had the baby dragon come into existence before the egg, or was the egg there all along and he/she had just magically grown from it? Which came first: the dragon or the egg?

Rocking around the eggshell, the baby dragon did its best to crack the tough case that was enclosing it. It eventually succeeded in making a little fissure, through which it felt fresh(er) air, but it was still not enough.

The dragon continued to flail inside its egg, wanting oh so badly to be free. Its tiny mind was simply too large to expand inside this confining egg.

Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

The little egg gave another big quiver and a fragment of shell actually popped off this time, as the dragon within was exposed to some more fresh air. Ah, the taste of life. Good old oxygen. Dragon baby wanted so badly to stretch its little wings but all it could do right now was poke the tip of a wing out through the egg.

Must. Escape. Egg.

The shell started trembling and cracking with renewed ferocity. There might have even been a few angry squawking sounds coming from this dragon child.

Originally Posted by Baby Dragon!

It was if the baby dragon could hear its papa calling to it. Giving another big quake that almost send the whole egg rolling, the little dragon that could squawked loudly and sent a piece of eggshell flying toward the class. The shield had been throw up just in time, as the spot where the sharp fragment hit it lit up but withstood the blow.

The dragon squawked again, and another piece of eggshell went flying. Another tremor ran through the egg and then it seemed to be melting off the dragon, disintegrating into little pieces as the dragon finally escaped its home.

The little, scaly green thing with sharp, beady black eyes might have seemed ugly to some but to the man it was staring at, it was the most beautiful sight in the world. Letting out a tiny baby cry of confusion, the dragon flapped its fragile wings and shook off any remaining bits of slime and eggshell.

Finally, the dragon could stretch its wings at last, after that long, long nap!