“forward and kicked the shell off one side while head-butting the other. He was free. Spike’s brothers and sisters were all waiting for him on the outside. All ten siblings were now free of their enclosure. Spike’s mother started to clean the egg juice off his skin. Her tongue was long and sticky and it tickled Spike a lot. As she finished, she rubbed Spike with her nose and went to find food for her babies to eat. Spike watched her leave with amazement as he tried to understand this new world that surrounded him. His home was a nest of dirt”