An egg wiggles... rumbles... cracks...

...shatters, and out pops an adorable red blob with big round eyes and batlike wings. It gazes in wonder at this glorious new world of Not Egg.

All around its eggshell there's grass! It's green and pointy but also somehow soft and flexible, unlike Egg.

Up above there's sky, which seems to be part blue and part white. It doesn't seem to be quite close enough to touch just yet.

Around on the grass are more brightly-colored ovoids, in endless different colors and patterns.

Grass! Sky! Brightly-coloured ovoids!!! The world is so exciting!!!!!!

The adorable red blob is gonna BITE THE NEAREST THING.

(The nearest thing is grass.)

Om nom grass! It tastes light and leafy, with the feeling of a breeze lifting your ears.

(Nearby a yellow-and-white ovoid splits open, yielding a white blob and more eggshell fragments.)

GRASS is GOOD TO BITE. Time to bite MORE GRASS.

Oh! A new thing!! Several new things! What are EGGSHELL FRAGMENTS like to bite???

More grass! After the first few mouthfuls the airy feeling starts getting fainter, but it remains light and leafy.

Eggshell fragments are crunchy and a little bitter, with a sound of rushing water.

(The white blob scrunches up and down experimentally, then starts figuring out how to scrunch around in a circular path.)

The white blob is MOVING. That's EXCITING. What happens if the red blob BITES IT?

"Poyo poyo!", it exclaims, scrunching back away from the red blob.

But not before the red blob gets a solid bite of it. The white blob tastes sour and a little frothy, but also hearty and filling.

That is VERY DIFFERENT from biting grass! The red blob is not sure whether it is a BETTER or a WORSE kind of different. It bites some more grass, to compare.

This time after biting the grass something different happens! The red blob has already been making small hops to get within biting range, but now it feels like it could flap its ears to adjust its trajectory, jumping higher or farther or sideways.

(Farther off, more eggs are starting to hatch.)

Oh! Oh!!

This is THE MOST EXCITING THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED.

It immediately starts hopping around and flapping its ears vigorously, experimenting with distance and direction and altitude.

With ear assist it can hop about four body-lengths into the air, or about six body-lengths forwards, or a quick two sideways. It can even jump forwards and twist in the air, landing to the side of where it otherwise would have.

A fuzzy black blob starts hopping along behind. It can't really keep up, with its short straight hops, but it keeps at it.

Hop hop hop HOP hop hop HOP HOP hop—

—oh!! A new thing!! What is the new thing like to BITE?

It has a fuzzy texture and a dark sweet flavor, like burnt candyfloss.

"Botabo PAH!", the black blob responds, spitting a little cloud of bubbles that sting where they hit.

?!

That HURT!

Hurting is BAD!

The red blob freezes momentarily, torn between the only two responses it knows. BITE or HOP? HOP or BITE? It wants to BITE the thing that hurt it, but last time it bit that thing, it got hurt!!

HOP wins. It turns and flees.

The black blob hops off in another direction.

Good! Being far away from things that hurt is good!

Something feels off about that, but the red blob is five minutes old and not super emotionally complex at the moment, so it forgets its worries almost immediately in the search for more things to bite.

Well, over here two blobs are circling each other and occasionally lunging with horn or tooth, but rarely making contact.

Or over here is a smooth green egg that's been shaking for a while with no visible cracks.

Two blobs looks COMPLICATED. One egg looks SIMPLE. It will bite the simple thing.

This egg tastes dry, but with a bit of a rush to it, like crunchy horseradish. It's tough to get an actual bite off of the smooth surface, but with some determination the red blob can crack it open and get a good mouthful of shell.