> Hatched a week ago. > Still need mother to hunt for you. > Mother has been gone for a few hours. > You start starving. > The scent of feces cuts across the swamp and reaches your nose. > You see mom in the distance coming back with a plump carcass in her mouth. > Some overweight brown mammal is dropped in front of you to eat. > Refuse to eat it. > Mother insists it's just roadkill deer. > Close eyes and shallow a leg. > Proceed to live the rest of your damned to a wheelchair.
