Resting alone on the kitchen side, discarded from its box and egg-ish brethren, laid a tan brown speckled egg. Why had you picked up this egg again? You didn't have any cutlery or bowls or pot or pans or plates or anything of the sort out. What were you planning to do with this little egg apart from cook it?

As you pondered, now clutching the egg lightly in your palm, you heard a voice from within the egg's shell, almost singing to you.

"Seeking.. wisdom..?"