The Silver Duck

The morning sun stretched gently across the farm, spilling golden light over fields that smelled of fresh grass and warm earth. Dewdrops clung to every leaf, sparkling like tiny stars that had forgotten to return to the sky. It was the kind of morning that made everything feel possible.

But on this farm, something truly unusual was about to begin.

Near the old wooden fence, beside a quiet little pond, there was an egg unlike any other. While the other eggs were soft white or pale brown, this one shimmered faintly—like moonlight trapped inside a shell. It had been found one evening by Farmer Lestari, who couldn’t quite explain why it felt warm even under the cool night air.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she whispered, gently placing it among the other duck eggs. “You must be special.”