Chapter 6: V

V The Bird Fights Its Way Out of the Egg My painted dream-bird was on its way, searching out my friend. An answer came to me in the most curious manner. In my classroom in school I found at my desk, in the interval between two lessons, a piece of paper slipped between the pages of my book. It was folded in the manner we used for passing notes to one another in class. I wondered who could have sent me such a note, as I was not so intimate with any of the boys that one of them should wis…