I had grand plans for the baby chicken in that egg. After emerging from its holy shell it would become leader of the chicken people and deliver them from the slavery induced by their human overlords. Then!--I'm so pissed--this old woman removed the egg from its mother, and after 23 minutes of exposure to an environment cooler than 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, my messiah chicken died. Dammit.
Oh well. Sorry chickens! I'll think of something else.
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