Needing someone

She's got it!

A friend.

This is what she needs so desperately to get through this misadventure. Its so bloody simple she nearly smacks herself! But since she has hooves instead of hands, and no record of opposable thumbs she thinks the better of masochism and just gives her little head a shake instead.

Now... who to ask?

How does one go about asking for a friend? What does one do she wonders aloud, a teeny echo from her groggy voice bounces against the glass and greets her in earnest.

If only I were a twin, she muses, not allowing the thought to spread much further into her heart. Of the few things she's learned this morning, its that she is the only one of her kind. Nothing else came out of that eggshell worth getting to know, that was for certain. But how to go about locating a lovely little friend to have?

The giants were nice enough, loud, bellowing, snoring, sharing secrets in the dark and waking each morning together. Even while incubating alone under the bed she knew they were lovely, the soft pummeling of their voices against her shell letting her know the world wasn't all bad.

But they had each other, more to the point if one of them every laughed loud enough Imogene would be deafened for life due to her stature.

No, the giants wouldn't do in the friendship department. She needs someone her size, her own age, to befriend.

A small noise rumbles...