<i>...cow says, "Moo."</i><br/><br/><i>What in the </i>bloody hell<i> is this?</i><br/><br/><i>A dog says, "Bark."</i><br/><br/>The book was laminated in transparent plastic. It had no signs of having worn out over time or otherwise damaged. The pages, the pictures and their colors were in perfect condition, except maybe for those tiny teeth marks around the edges...<br/><br/><i>A horse says, "Neigh."</i><br/><br/><i>It's only got six pages and I'm already getting sick of it!</i>She held the book in the air in front of her, in horror, as if it was contaminated by radioactive fallout.<br/><br/><i>A chicken says, "Cluck."</i><br/><br/>Annie turned to the last page.<br/><br/><i>A cat—</i><br/><br/>She stopped reading half-way through the excruciatingly long sentence.<i>A chicken... A chicken?! Well I'll be damned...</i>Her mouth slowly turned into a crazed grin as the realization finally hit her. It was a goddamn<i>bird</i>, not any bizarre adjective. Suddenly it all made sense to her, and the dark mystery of the medical journal vaporized from her mind. They hadn't been infecting<i>embryos</i>— as she had thought of them — with a disease, they'd been doing it to fricking<i>eggs</i>! Annie collapsed back on the bed, starting a hysterical laughter.<br/><br/>"Cluck cluck," she forced herself to say, and then drew the book back up to read the last page, "Meow."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>