How to Save the World with a Chicken and an Egg

It’s hard telling a story. There’s never really a beginning. Something always happened before the part you think is the beginning, and there are all these details you need to add so everyone understands the whole set-up. The beginning of this story was probably when the world was formed, creatures started walking around and humans decided they were boss, but I can’t start there because it’ll take way too long. And I can’t start with the strange feeling I had inside that something huge was coming, or the night on the beach when it actually came and the impossible possible happened. No. Important things happened before that night. So I should probably start by saying I can talk to animals