The world had grown small. Too small to be comfortable or safe anymore. The little dragon could tell by instinct that his small world needed to change. He felt hungry for the first time and knew if he stayed where he was nothing would change. Tentatively he pushed at the boundary of his world. The shell was translucent, letting in light and sounds. He had heard different sounds for a long time. Some were low and growling, others high and sweet. It was time to go out and hear what had created them. He pushed harder, feeling no change in the shell. Angry, he struck out with his still soft claws. There was a crack, small at first, but larger as he pushed against it. Encouraged by the progress he hit the same spot again and again. A shaft of light came through and soon he could push his body through the opening. He felt cool air hit his wet scales as he burst from the egg. The light was bright, painful to his eyes. However he slowly gathered his courage and opened them to get a better look at the new world around him.