it’s a big world outside [ o, painting eggs ]

Zimavich already had it resting in his mouth, holding on to it inside his mouth. His ears flicked back and made a grumbling sound, as if daring Amundsen to challenge him. He vaguely remembered eating these. What was wrong with them now?
He felt the egg crack into shards in his mouth, beginning to jab his tongue and gums.
Yes, it hurt. But he wanted to Challenge her.