Squinting extremely hard at the fuzzy oblong item on the ground, Norris could feel his crows feet become crows branches on the corner of his eyes. Pointing down to the object, he'd mutter to himself: "What. . what is that?"

He didn't have the slightest idea on what it was or could be but his curiosity was peaked nonetheless. He wanted it, but he didn't want to touch it. Pulling out a handkerchief from his breast pocket to be able to pick the egg up and walk off with it.

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