Ch 1 June knew she had a mother, just she was busy doing more important things. That was her excuse for utter silence, except a few pitiful chirps, when she called out to her. June needed to know she was safe; The reddish-black, wet darkness was suffocating. There was nothing to tell her it was o.k., no one to cluck kindly through the shell. Blood vessels zigzagging through the darkness giving her some sort of lopsided, upside down assurance was it. Instinct told her to break through the thin skin at the top and gasp for air, to crack and push and slide and crack and push until the egg opened. Finally with one last desperate attempt she slipped out. Then she opened her eyes. Colors and shapes, though they were blurry, were so overwhelming June had to squeeze her eyes shut again. Next thing she knew she was asleep. The next time she opened her eyes it wasn't such a shock, at least not for the first couple seconds. Then someone similar to her nosed up real close and shrieked "MOMMY!" Alarmed, June scooted away from it. "Where you goin' mommy?" It asked. "I'm not your mom. What are you anyway?" June asked cocking her head. Another chick came walking up. "We're little chicks like you. We all hatched in the incubator." It replied. This was puzzling information, since June was sure she had a mother. "No, I wasn't hatched in the incubator, only you were and I have a mommy!" The little chick made a sputtering, squeaking noise which in some languages equates to a laugh. "Don't be silly!" It said through sputter/squeaks. "We're a family here and this thing," said the chick, gesturing around them at the off white incubator, "Is our mother. It hatched us." And with that it wobbled off, pulling the chick that thought June was it's mother, behind it, to annoy someone else. June decided to go look for some one who was more like her. Less fluffy, like the two chicks she met. That didn't take long. She immediately noticed a white chick standing alone in a corner. It''s back was still a little sleek from the egg and what feathers were dry weren't much more puffed up. This one is just like me! she thought, looking down at her scarce, white coat. "Hi" she said "I don't need anyone else to make fun of me so go away!" the little chick said. Determined to make friends June asked "What is your name? Mine is June." "I'm Benny." replied the chick nervously. "Um...I'm sleepy, bye!" Better luck next time she thought.