CHAPTER 1

THREE LARGE EGGS

Brooke started walking down the trail, trying to keep herself from looking down. She couldn't help it as she passed by so many couples that were all lovey dovey with one another. She sat down alone at a stone table, looking at everyone else enjoy time with others.

"Oh, of all the women in the world who has fallen in love with somebody, why must I be the only one lonely?" Brooke asked herself, "It's not too much to ask for somebody to fall in love with. I can't just wish for a man to come my way."

A female yak walked over to Brooke's table. "What would you like?"

"Just a mango shake." Once the yak waitress left, Brooke went back to her lonely conversation. "I just wish I could find something or someone in this world that can see me for who I am." The yak waitress came back with Brooke's shake. "Thank you."

"What are you over here talking to yourself for? Why don't you find somebody to talk to. We get plenty of people to come here everyday. There's always a conversation to be held."

"Well, there's nobody here to talk to." Brooke sighed. "Only me." She drowned her mango shake down. "Thank you for your kind service. I'll go be lonely somewhere else." Brooke walked away, passing by two male sloth brothers who were talking about the pigeon air show that would be happening in a few days. Brooke knew this was her chance. She walked over to the sloth brothers. "Hello there, boys. It's so wonderful for the both of you to bump into me on this sunny day. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Brooke."

"Uh, first of all, We didn't bump into you," the purple male sloth said, "You bumped into us."

"Second of all, are you a hippie?" the blue male sloth asked.

"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean there's something wrong with me," Brooke said.

"Well, we don't particularly hang around hippies," the purple sloth said, "I think it's best if you go. We have stuff to talk about."

"Oh. Alright. I guess I'll just go." Brooke walked away from the sloth brothers, once again having a conversation with herself. "I don't get it. Why can't I find a man?" She looked to see a mother bird comforting her eggs. Brooke smiled. "That's it. Maybe men don't think of me as attractive because I'm not a single mother. If I find my own eggs, the boys will be running wild and head over heels for me." She ran off, searching for lonely eggs that don't have an owner or mother.

Brooke walked off the trail and made her way into the snow fields. She kept on walking until she made her way inside a tunnel. She had a feeling that there was nothing inside and as she started to turn around, she didn't see a hole in front of her and fell in. It only went a few feet deep and only made Brooke land on her bottom. She shook her head and looked in front of her to see an amazing sight.

Three beautiful large eggs sat under the tunnel, alone and cold. Brooke stood up and walked over to them. She looked at the three eggs. "You poor things. I know what its like to feel abandoned." She smiled as she placed her gentle, heartwarming paws on them. "Don't worry. You're not alone anymore."

It took almost a half hour to get the three eggs out of the tunnel. Brooke had already started breaking a sweat by the time she was done. She looked at the eggs, knowing that she needed a way to travel with them. She looked around, but couldn't find anything that would be useful. She was able to get the kids situated. "There you go. Now you three sit right here and behave yourselves. I'll go find something for you all to travel in."

The same brother sloths walked by to see Brooke with three eggs. The purple sloth had a weird look on his face. "I didn't know hippie sloths eat eggs."

"Excuse me?" Brooke said, walking over to the males, "I'll have you know that I do not eat live creatures. Besides, I just rescued those three babies over there."

"Oh, I know what you're saying," the blue sloth said, "For a moment there, I thought you were going to eat them. We were just kidding around, though. Sloths don't eat meat. We eat whatever's in the trees, bushes or anything edible that grows underground. Can't you take a joke?"

"Sorry, but hippie sloths have no time for joking around. I'll have you know that I am about to become a mother to those poor eggs." What Brooke didn't notice when she was talking to the male sloths was that one of the eggs rolled down the hill, sliding in the snow.

The purple sloth pointed behind Brooke. "I think one of your eggs rolled away."

Brooke turned around and gasped. "Oh, no." She ran over to the other two eggs. "Okay, you take care of each other now. Mummy's going to be right back." She started sliding down the hill. "Mummy's coming, baby!"

The purple sloth snickered. "I don't think being a single mother is going to attract any guys to her. After all, who's ready for that commitment?"

Meanwhile, Brooke was sliding down the hill, racing after one of the eggs. She was getting closer and closer until she finally caught up to it and placed it in her paws. "Oh, thank goodness you're safe." She hugged the egg, but it wasn't long before two more started rolling right past Brooke. She gasped. "What did I just tell you kids?" She held the egg tight and slid down the hill once more. She was getting close to the second egg and grabbed it with her only free arm. She was still trying to catch the third egg and was losing track of it. As she was sliding, Brooke quickly place the two eggs on a half chopped log and slid down with them. Once she had gotten close to the third egg, it was too late. It fell over the cliff. Brooke closed her eyes as she was sure she would her a crack and splat, but when she opened them, she looked to see Diego hanging by his tail, holding the third egg in his paws. Brooke smiled and fell to the ground in exhaustion and relief. She ran over to Diego. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She kissed the egg multiple times. "Oh, bad egg! Rotten egg! A heart attack you almost Have me." She thought her outburst made the baby sad. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't mean to be angry with you. I was just so scared of what would've happened to you. It's that I love you so much." She looked to see Shira walking up to her husband. She decided it was time to introduce the kids to them. "Now I want you to meet your Uncle Diego and Aunt Shira."

"Hello there," Diego said.

"Hello," Brooke said, sounding like the egg. She went back to using her own voice as She stated the eggs names. "Diego, Shira, allow me to Introduce Egbert, Shelly, and Yoko."

"Brooke, whatever you're doing, it's a bad idea," Shira said.

"Shh. The children will hear you."

"They're not your children, Brooke. Take them back. You're not meant to be a single parent." She rolled the egg back to Brooke.

"Whoever lost them must be worried sick about them," Diego said.

"No, no," Brooke said, "They were inside a tunnel in the ice. I couldn't just leave them all alone. I've decided to place them under my wing."

"Brooke, there's two bad signs to all this," Shira said, "First sign, stealing somebody else's eggs. Second sign, one of them almost became an omelet."

"It feels as though you don't trust me."

"Brooke, I know what you're going through. You're going to have a family of your own someday. You're gonna meet a guy who has low standards, no real options or sense of smell..."

Diego cleared his throat. "What Shira means to say is..."

"Oh, no, I'll take them back. You have your family and I have mine. A suppose it is best if I go on my own. I will be alone in this icy world forever. A lonely, lonely loner."

"That's a lot of loneliness," Shira said.

"Precisely," Brooke said.

"Brooke, come back!" Diego called out to Brooke.

"No, no, let her go," Shira said, "It's okay. She'll come back. It's one of the advantages of being Brooke." Shira started walking away as Diego looked out to watch Brooke leave with the three giant eggs. He was hoping that Shira was right and Brooke would come bouncing back.

Brooke was not happy as she took the eggs wherever she could take them. "Why should I take you three back? I love you kids. I'm responsible, loving, nurturing. What do you think?"

"I think it's crazy for a sloth to be carrying around three large eggs," a mother bird said in a tree, sitting in her nest, "Leave the eggs to the birds and leave the conceiving to the mammals."

"Was anybody asking you?"

"Oh, if I could just fly out of this nest. Unfortunately, I can't since I'm sitting on my eggs."

"Oh, just mind your own business." Brooke walked away and sighed, looking at the eggs. "Do you kids think I'm a good mother?" She made smiley faces on the eggs as she smiled herself. "I knew you would say that I am." Soon a thunderstorm started and the smiley faces started to melt off the eggs. "Oh, it's okay. Don't cry. I'll get us out of the rain." Brooke looked around to see a cave that looked warm and dry. She placed the eggs on the soft snow ground. "There you go. All better." Brooke sighed. "Being a single parent is hard work. Maybe the others are right. Maybe I'm not ready." She lowered her head, but she looked at the eggs and a light shined inside all of them. Brooke smiled, knowing that she would be a good single mother. If the eggs believed she could do it, then so did she. Since the rain would last all night, Brooke decided to spend the night there. She slept peacefully, hoping things would be better tomorrow. Meanwhile, back where Brooke found the eggs, a crashing sound could be heard. A moment later, a roaring sound shook the tunnel. Some creature was not happy.


HERE IT IS. CHAPTER ONE. I'M SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING THIS. I ALSO CAN'T WAIT TO START WRITING MY ICE AGE SERIES. ITS GOING TO BE AWESOME. THERE'S GOING TO BE SOME NEW THINGS GOING ON. INCLUDING SOMETHING ABOUT MYSELF. THAT'S RIGHT. I'M GOING TO BE CHANGING MY USERNAME.

THAT'S RIGHT. NEW YEAR, NEW NAME. JUST WANTED TO MAKE THAT ANNOUNCEMENT.

WELL, SEE YOU GUYS UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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