You see, here’s this egg.
It’s a strange one.
It’s not like a bird egg. It’s all craggy and wrinkly and rough.
I’ve seen and handled enough bird eggs to know this is not one.
And yet, it’s an egg. Quite clearly.
Well, maybe it’s just a rock. It’s cold and heavy, too.
But something… something tells me it an egg, not just an egg-shaped rock.
So I took it home, and now I’m showing it to you.
You don’t think it’s an egg?
You think it’s just an old rock, worn down by the elements?
Maybe an old volcanic bomb?
Hmmm. Quite possible.
But you know what?
I’ll just keep it on my desk for now.
Because maybe, just maybe…
it’s a dragon.
