He tried not to seem too excited when the postman came to the door. He flashed a thin, polite smile, and signed for the package with affected disregard. “Thanks.”
Inside, with the door close, he tore the brown paper off and dug into the cardboard with his fingernails. He pulled newspaper out and tossed it over his shoulder like salt for luck…
…and there it was. A large dish covered with plastic, and in it a beautiful multicolored egg. There were no instructions, but he knew what to do: one small drop of water would begin its long-dormant life cycle.
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