The egg lover's dream

On the last day before his momentous move to Saturn, the egg lover opened his soon-to-be-emptied fridge, and looked for a snack that he could fix himself. He did not have much time, and besides, he could not cook a proper meal to save his life. All cheeses were gone, the olives, cucumbers and tomatoes were gone, and some bread remained in the freezer. But he found the last egg.

Now the egg lover loved eggs. It was an affinity with that condiment based on his feeling happily re-energized when he ate them. But with love comes fear, and his particular fear had morphed into a phobia of finding a live chick in the egg. In this, he might not have been the only one, but finding the very last egg before his imminent departure made him feel uneasy. What if there was a chick inside? Would it be dead or alive? etc.

He decided to cut the quantum speculation with a real observation and started heating the pan with a piece of butter. After waving the pan to spread the melted butter evenly on its surface, shaking it when spots are missed by the liquid, he reached for the last egg. His heart beating slightly faster than usual, he tapped the middle arc of the shell against the pan's edge. He then held the shell with both hands and moved it to the center of the pan to deliver the egg, carefully to avoid tearing the yolk-sac which would ruin the tasty meal. He then pulled to separate the two halves of the shell when he heard a screech that froze his veins. His nerves tingling in unison with fright, he let go of the shell that had come apart and saw a perfectly formed chick squirming on the boiling pan. He retreated in horror. The chick was obviously suffering, chirping stridently in short modulated phrases that all spelled pain. But she managed to stand herself up and started flapping her unformed wings such that, amazingly, she slowly rose about the pan. Mesmerized, the egg lover watched the chick rise in the air in what seemed to be an eternity. All the while, the chick was looking him right in the eye, as if observing him intently, even maybe trying to communicate something to him. Suddenly, as if the contact was over, the chick turned around in mid-air and darted flying through the open kitchen window into the outside air. He heard happy chirping as he woke up.