"They're here!" Bernadette called.
"Who?" grunted Bigsley. He hadn't left his couch in days.
"The chics! They've hatched." Bigsley didn't have the energy to say who cares. "And you're the first to know," said Bernadette before flying off.
The first to know? . . . . Bigsley couldn't remember the last time he had been first at anything.
He leapt to follow Bernadette but was halted halfway out the door.