Chapter one the beginning
Peach's first thoughts where "I'm wet", and "I'm hungry". Her egg was small and round, like a golf ball, and the brown of weak coffee and cream. Her mind became more complex as she awakened from her groggy egg-state. Soon she was set on getting out of her small cramped prison. She shifted her small body into position. "Much better," she cheeped. Oh! She had a voice! Being a very claustrophobic chick, she began panicking as the peep resounded around her shell. Her instincts took over and with all the force she could muster she rammed her head forward.
OUCH! Not a good idea. However, she could see a small hole in her dark prison, letting in soft light. "Pretty," she chirped. Her curiosity aroused, she stared through the hole for a while then decided she would try the head-slamming action again. She repeated the motion and the hole grew still larger. "This," she cheeped, "Is my way out." She pecked again but stopped almost immediately, startled. Her hole was larger, but her world spun. She felt like throwing up, or as close as a chicken may get to it. When she recovered from her nausea she peered through the hole she had made. A small silver square looked back at her. She stared at it. Soon she noticed a small brownish thing with a hole in it. How strange, she thought. What is it?
originally written by Crazychicken, edited and improved and otherwise repaired by Envirogirl12
Peach's first thoughts where "I'm wet", and "I'm hungry". Her egg was small and round, like a golf ball, and the brown of weak coffee and cream. Her mind became more complex as she awakened from her groggy egg-state. Soon she was set on getting out of her small cramped prison. She shifted her small body into position. "Much better," she cheeped. Oh! She had a voice! Being a very claustrophobic chick, she began panicking as the peep resounded around her shell. Her instincts took over and with all the force she could muster she rammed her head forward.
OUCH! Not a good idea. However, she could see a small hole in her dark prison, letting in soft light. "Pretty," she chirped. Her curiosity aroused, she stared through the hole for a while then decided she would try the head-slamming action again. She repeated the motion and the hole grew still larger. "This," she cheeped, "Is my way out." She pecked again but stopped almost immediately, startled. Her hole was larger, but her world spun. She felt like throwing up, or as close as a chicken may get to it. When she recovered from her nausea she peered through the hole she had made. A small silver square looked back at her. She stared at it. Soon she noticed a small brownish thing with a hole in it. How strange, she thought. What is it?
originally written by Crazychicken, edited and improved and otherwise repaired by Envirogirl12
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