Hatchling

As he raised his arms and pushed a little, the sides cracked halfway up and lifted lightly over his head.  There, in front of him, was an expanse of soft grass.  He bent his legs over the broken shell and slowly lowered his feet to the ground, his toes coming into contract with the spongy, cool ground. The air was cool and moist and a very slightly scented breeze blew against his face, currents of air tickling the surface of his eyes and the hairs around his ears.  It all looked in some way familiar and the fact that he was hatching out of a large shell did not alarm him in the least.  Slowly, he shifted his weight onto his feet and straightened upwards.  Then, after a pause to take in his surroundings, he took his first few steps into this new world.

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