She felt the commotion about her; the egg was just too small!
She knew it couldn't hold her; she'd gotten rather tall.

So she took her little beak, and tapped it on the shell.
It wouldn't budge, but with a shove, on the hot sands she fell.

Her legs were still entrapped, so she kicked away the egg.
She tried to stand upon the sands, but the shards stuck to her leg.
She looked about for help, then hazily tried to walk.
But she tripped when she stepped on a wing; she fell just like a rock.

She felt a caring touch around her, two hands as smooth as gloves;
she looked into those innocent eyes, and instantly fell in love.

The link of Impression had been made, never to deplete.
She told the girl, I'm Laranoth, and I really need to eat!