I found the egg on a table at the back of a long-forgotten store,
full of odds and ends that were deemed too strange for everyone else to handle.
I recalled the stories I read in my youth,
with their knights in shining armor and their damsels in distress.
I wondered if perhaps I had found a relic from between those pages,
lost to time and imagination.
The voice in my head called me crazy,
but I drowned it out with a bottle of whisky and took the egg home.
And I waited.