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I was sitting in my cosy little card board slot like a good little egg until a huge giant picked me up. Man that was rude and he didn't us his manners. I was fighting against him but the giant had a tight grip. The man took me to his kitchen table and dumped me there like I didn't even exist.
The boy, or giant I should call him, was looking around for something in the massive wooden draw. Wait, have I ever told you that a giants table is super cold. Suddenly the giant pulled out a extremely huge marker. The sorrow gray on the side of the thick solid pen. The coal black pointy pen was gradually coming towards me and then the unthinkable happened. He drew on me like I was not a living thing. I have to admit that it was a bit ticklish. I could get use to this. After having a nice snug sleep in a comfortable new bed, he gave me a new name, Mr E.G.G. The giant carryed me to his class room and then... Crack! I was in my brand house and now it was covered in yolk.
