[[It appears Fakir has set up camp for the night, judging by the yellow glow emanating from what must be a campfire off-screen. The camera is directed up at his face and shoulders, one of which his derpy Mareep is peering. He blinks once, his expression haggard, before holding up an egg.]]
This was in my bag today. I don't know who put it there, and they don't seem to have touched anything else so that isn't my concern right now. Obviously, someone didn't want it. I tried o find a nest for it or leave it under a tree to be reclaimed by whatever bird it's from, but the idiot wouldn't let me. [[At this, Idiot nods emphatically, and Fakir rolls his eyes.]] Ugh. Any advice would be appreciated.