It fell from the sky, hard onto the muddy ground, it’s squeaky cries wailed throughout the wind. The girl came over and picked it up in her arms, cleaning the mud of it, and carried it back home. “Father, this fell from the sky, and it looks hurt.” She said, concern in her voice, the old father would lean over and examine it, “as well, this farm could hold another member of the family... but what is it? Not any animal i’ve Ever seen...” He rasped. “I don’t know father... but i’ll Call him Gold...”