With the gentle prodding of his mother, Burdock was nudged out of the nest he had been born in. He was the last to hatch, the last to rise and the last to head out each morning, even with his parents encouraging him. The hatchling Carno yawned, rubbing his face against the rocks to wipe the sleep from his eyes and blinked wearily in the morning light.
“Good morning sleepyhead,” Boba cooed, “your siblings are alr...