Bambi was in the kitchen, busy preparing something to eat. He lived practically alone, without any company... or at least, without anyone to share his home with since certain events occurred that he preferred not to remember. He quickly grabbed an egg, ready to crack it and, as usual, cook it. However, before he even hit the shell, something in his peripheral vision stopped him completely. His gaze went to the basket of eggs resting on the counter.

There, in one of them, a small chick was beginning to peek out, delicately breaking its shell. For a moment, Bambi was stunned, motionless. A chick? And alive? He couldn't believe what he saw. How was it possible that he hadn't heard any sound before? That egg wasn't like the ones he usually used. He immediately remembered that that egg was part of a gift, and he knew perfectly well who had been responsible for leaving it to him.

He quickly turned off the stove and picked up the entire basket, examining it closely. The chick was still there, struggling to fully emerge from its shell. Unable to ignore the situation, Bambi carried the basket with him, crossing the room with hurried steps until he reached the telephone. He dialed a number with obvious urgency, his fingers shaking slightly as he tried to contain the mix of stress and exasperation that was overwhelming him.

When he finally got an answer on the other end of the line, he inhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. Still, he couldn't help but let his tone reveal the array of emotions that dominated him.

"Would you mind explaining to me why one of the eggs you gave me just hatched a chick?" he snapped in a tense voice, full of frustration.

It wasn't that Bambi hated the little creature that had appeared in his kitchen. The problem was that he had no idea how to take care of it, and that uncertainty overwhelmed him. Caring for such a fragile animal was not on his list of skills, and normally that kind of responsibility fell to someone else, never to him.