Rock, rock, rock, the second to the last egg started to shake and wobble.
Soon, little cracks ran the length of the shell, as the hatchling pushed from within.
A pause as if that within were worn out, or perhaps taking a break, before a piercing cry was given, and with a final push, the little blue hatchling tumbled from her shell.
Tiny wings were plastered to her damp scales thanks to the liquid she'd been suspended in while growing, eyes still shut.
Tiny jaws parted again as she took her first breath of air, then cried out again, naturally, hungry.