Undrgan
I just woke up from a dream where I could fly and, and I found a dead hawk in a tree protecting it's eggs so I thought, "if I'm not too late I can save these babies" so I went and tried to sneak them into someone's house, because it wasn't supposed to be known that I could fly. Well a highschool serial killer spotted me because she was scouting out her next kill and waiting for him to fall asleep.
We ended up talking a bit and became friends. I offered to help her get rid of her classmates who were staking out her main base because it was haunted but we got caught so we went from being in the woods to a department store with shelves that were basically two stories high, kind of like the back end of an IKEA.
Well dreams being what they are I was suddenly a young adult male, skittish, flighty, although I couldn't really fly in the department store, only climb and throw things, and notice I didn't say human.
Next thing I know my arms are being held down so I can't fly away while they figure out what this strange naked bird creature is, then I'm getting railed by a bunch of hot jocks and by the time I've escaped this forest turned department store, turned school cafeteria where the parents wanted me to supply fresh eggs for school lunches, the Military is after me.
They tried putting me into a labor camp with the students who all turned out to be criminals, and we were supposed to hand load boxes of ice into a non-refrigerated truck going to Australia (somehow). After I put down my small box of ice, I did what my people do best, made myself look small then snuck away with the other prisoners blocking folks' view while I was able to finally take off to freedom.
Let me be the first to tell you that nothing feels as good as flying through fresh free air after being held captive, no matter how brief the time or if the military is still shooting at you.
For this whole dream I wasn't able to caw and I found out why as my flock gathered around me from out of nowhere. I wasn't meant to caw, our breed honked like a Canadian goose, and my parents (I cannot stress this enough that they were not my real life parents so fuck off with that), were super sweet and sounded like they came from Wisconsin, and they were just thrilled to have me home as we honked our way back into the forest and into a roost that had been in our family for centuries.
You would think our proud honks would make us easier to find but they had some kind of magical properties and every time we honked it drove the military a few feet back, so they gave up.
Here in this roos is where I learned what our species was actually called. We were Undrgan, pronounced Undergone, and we descended from bison and buffalo with moose like antlers over thousands of years. Our roost even had little wood carvings of our ancestors, with each of their name and we talked about them like they were just grandparents and cousins.
When I was brought back into the safety of our camp proper and gathered in the meeting roost for people to discuss what had happened, an old upstart, apparently a famous Undrgan from our species' children's cartoons, singled me out in a really passive aggressive sort of way where he was like, "one of our naughty little chickens has been bred by humans" only he said it through implication and literally sticking his neck out and into my particular box.
He looked like Jim Carrey, wore a vibrant blue suit and was bald save for his giant orange mustache which looked like two paint brush tips. It was horrible and embarrassing because A. I had a massive crush on him and B. I just wanted to lay my eggs in the safety of my home nest and be done with the matter. At this point I should probably mention that both male and female Undrgans could lay eggs but the males are more fertile for some reason. And yes we saw the consumption or weaponization of eggs as barbaric, even the unfertilized ones.