IBIS RECENS AURUM
Jackson’s head was throbbing and he was vaguely aware of something digging into his back. Pealing his eyes open he raised himself to his elbows and tried to ignore the drum solo that was beating painfully in his head. Rubbing his eyes, his vision cleared and Jackson realised he had no idea where he was. This wasn’t exactly surprising given his poor sense of direction and his tendency to fall asleep on public transport. What was surprising however, was the unusual number of feathers that surrounded him. Brown, white and amber spotted feathers littered the hard floor as far as he could see. His head felt foggy and was aching considerably, yet he began to roll to his side and attempted to stand up. Reaching underneath his back, he realised that he was lying on a golden egg about the size of a golf ball. The egg was cool to touch but solid and felt heavy in Jackson’s hands.
