Ian was cleaning his room, like he usually did. Due to reasons involving a certain lovable tenta who usually brought in some form of dirt. He sat down on the ground, leaning down to check under the bed; sometimes Jaxon would put things he found under there. He plugged his nose when a rather nasty smell reached him. Oh gosh, what?
He spotted a lump of clothes and towels, and, holding his breath, reached in and slowly pulled them out. Ack, they were all wet! No wonder it smelled. He slowly started to remove the fabrics from the pile, tossing them into the laundry bin. A greenish-brown color caught his eye in the lump, and he moved some shirts away to discover an egg. A rather large egg, with green-brown markings on it.
….Why was there an egg under his bed, in the first place?
Said tenta was coming back from exploring. In a good mood, because he found a new friend. And new things. Including a pumpkin he was dragging along. On a dirty blanket. Yep, new dirt for the room.
He paused when he saw the Pyro with the egg, letting out a squeak. Uh-oh. He’d been found out. He crawled in, low to the ground, dragging the pumpkin along. He just KNEW he was in trouble now.