The Egg by Morag

One lovely Summer's morning when I was walking down the road, I suddenly hit something hard and fell back with a bump.

I looked down and saw a tiny little egg with its insides gushing out onto the concrete, it also appeared that there were three little men in orange vests, dressed as workers. They had put tiny orange cones around the egg. It really was the most peculiar site!

I stretched my hand out and felt around and eventually I hit a hard but smooth surface, it was as though there was an invisible barrier protecting the little scene.