Once upon a time, in a flowerpot on a balcony in our city, an egg was found. The balcony belonged to a man's apartment. No one knew to whom the egg belonged. It was gray and quite large. The man was also old, and some said he was a strange old man who lived alone and didn't like anyone. Perhaps, because he was strange, he decided that since the egg's mother was nowhere to be seen, he would take care of it. He wouldn't incubate it, of course, because the egg would probably become... an omelet. But he carefully wrapped it in a woolen blanket. And from some old boxes, he dug out a fluffy warm teddy bear and placed the egg in its embrace. The rest was taken care of by the sun.