Man Thought He Found Chicken Eggs Under His Porch, Until They Started Hatching

Anxious Pacing

Clinton paced slowly, testing the air, scanning corners. He tapped one wall, then another, considering. Finally, he straightened. “This could work,” he said firmly.

No hesitation, no second-guessing. They had their space. Without wasting another moment, the two men exchanged a look of unspoken agreement. The shed wasn’t finished, but it was ready enough. The transformation would start immediately.