Chapter 3 - Figment and The Egg

. .. . . . .. . . . . . .. . .. . . . .. . . .. . . .. .. . .. . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . .. . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . .. .. . .

Figment yawned and stretched as he woke up. "Good morning egg!" He hugged it closely. "You feeling warmer now little buddy?"

He giggled as he got up and went to his rock table. "Boy, am I hungry!"

Figment dug through all his stuff, looking for food. "Hmmmm what do I have? Oatmeal? Nah, not feeling it, uh let's see … .. .. Cereal? Nah! Hmmm … ... Eggs? Yes perfect! … ..." He grabbed the carton and set it on the table. He was about to crack it onto a pot shaped stone to cook it when he froze.

In the pile of leaves the egg sat, light shining off of it. Figment panicked and put the eggs away. "Okay, granola it is!"

He poured a huge bowl of it and sat down next to the egg. Figment grabbed a handful of granola and threw it into his mouth. "So uh, do you eggs eat anything?" He thrust some granola into the egg shell, making it spatter into the leaves. "I guess you just eat heat huh?" As he asked as he crammed more leaves around it. "There! A nice breakfast for ya!" He giggled.

Figment laid back into the leaves, resting his head on one of his palms, and poofed a tablet into existence. With his free hand he scrolled down. "I just have to check in on General Knowledge back at Cranium Command and my main contact Bing Bong." He idly curled his tail as he tapped a few times before poofing it away again. "Done!"

"Whooo hooo!" Figment cheered as he leapt into the air. "Work's done, time for fun!" He floated slowly back down to the leaf pile and relaxed. "You don't know how great this is eggy!" He pulled it into close hug, snuggling it close. "I just gotta check in once a day, and my work's done! That means more time for fun!"

Figment looked at the egg. "So …. .. What do you do for fun?"

The egg continued being an egg.

"Ah, the silent type ah?" Figment giggled as he floated into the air, his arm to his chest with his eyes shut tight. Then he proudly proclaimed "Well luckily for you I'm the king of fun!"

He crashed back into the pile of leaves. "Well, more accurately I'm the king of imagination buuuuuut …. .. You get the picture ... .."

Figment examined the egg and though for a moment before snapping his fingers. "I got it!"

He fluttered over to a patch of pastel pink, yellow, and white flowers, and took a long exaggerated sniff of them. "Lovely." Grabbing two handfuls of flowers he went back the egg and sat down. Slowly Figment weaved the stems together, forming them into a crown. "Perfect!"

He placed it on top of the egg and messed with it until it fit the head of the egg perfectly. "There! That oughta keep you warm, right?" He tapped his chin. "But what else can help? Oh! Fire's warm!"

Figment gathered some firewood and put it far enough away from the leaf pile to not light them on fire, but close enough to feel the warmth. He took a deep breath and blew fire onto the tinder. A flame of light purple lit up the logs, flickering brilliantly.

Figment smiled widely. "There! Nice and toasty little guy?!" He asked, elbowing it slightly in the side. Then he grabbed a large handful of leaves and threw them into the air, "Oh no it looks like it's raining leaves!"

Figment hugged onto the top of the egg and laughed as they fell onto his back. "Don't worry I can be your umbrella!" He let go of the egg and plopped back into the leaves. "Hmm now what? Oh, I can show you my tablet!" He poofed it into existence again and held it up to the egg.

"This is my contact list." Figment said as he scrolled down. "I only have to check in once a day, but I also get updates on all the creative ideas people have! Looky here!"

There were tons of images, showing all the creative ideas everyone ever had. "Ooooh, lets see … .. a little child is painting her chameleon friend on her wall! And another one! Oooooooh, more Axe Girl art, I am loving it!" He switched to a different app. "And here's my music! My friend Gloria showed me this one!"

He pressed play and sung along loudly with the song , "There's a great big beautiful tomorrow! Shining at the end of everyday! There's a great big beautiful tomorrow! And tomorrow's just a dream away!" He giggled. "You like this song? Oh! How about this one?"

Figment cleared his throat as he changed the song, then began to sing as if he were an opera singer, "One little spark of inspiration, is at the heart of all creation! Right at the start of everything that's new, one little spark lights up for you!"

He giggled as he plopped onto his back next to the egg. "You know, you're a lot better company than Nigel." Figment rolled onto his stomach. "He wouldn't know the first thing about imagination if it bit him in the butt." He stood up and spread his arms. "Imagination is about fun! And you can't have fun if you regulate it and make it so scientific! You have to set it …."

"Freeeeee!" Figment flew into the air before floating down again as if he were a leaf. "You know I can teach you aaaaaalll about that stuff when you hatch." He paused. "I mean if you'll let our ol' uncle Figment visit ya!" He laughed a bit as he elbowed the shell and laid on his arms.

Figment yawned. "I'm beat! I need to recharge the ol' imagination tank." He cuddled into the pile of leaves and hugged onto the egg. "You know kid, you're a lot of fun for an egg."