The sun’s rays shone down on eggs, lined up in a row. Offerings to the sun god. No one knew the origins of the ritual, it didn’t seem to matter. The power of Ra to be consumed. The promise of health and fertility.
Kids waited in uniformed lines, excited for the gift from the universe. Each to receive their own egg to make them strong and fight against any viruses, turning them in to superheroes.
For dinner, the young ones peeled their eggs and swallowed the yolks. By morning, little bodies began vomiting. The eggs may have fought against viruses, but they were no match for bacteria.