
I opened the carton of eggs to notice there was only one egg in it. And to my surprise and horror it seemed to have something growing on its shell that looked like worms.
Many times the size of a normal chickens egg, I decided to crack it open if only to satisfy my curiosity.
As the two halves of the shell fell away, my worst suspicions were confirmed and inside the shell lay a partially developed chicken.
On closer inspection—and to my utter dismay—I noticed that not only was it not a chicken, but whatever it was laying there on its back was alive and breathing.
The creature sat up and made its way off the kitchen counter and stood shakily on the floor, momentarily resting its large head on the small white stool beside the window.
I didn’t feel threatened but I knew the best thing to do was to put the poor thing out of its misery so I decided to call the police.
I picked up my phone and dialed the emergency number, but there wasn’t a choice on the recorded menu that I felt was the appropriate one to choose so I just held on the line hoping an operator would pick up.
Meanwhile, the creature walked over to the cat’s bowls and drank some water and ate some kibble.
Then I woke up.
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