Carl's life was in danger, so Pudding had woken up from its slumber. It peeked its tiny head out, bit down on Carl's clothes and dragged him to a hidden area near the eggs.
At the same time, the two Desert Bugs were spewing such fiery flames that the sand was beginning to melt like they were merely ice cubes.
Carl felt like he was being cooked alive. Even the air he breathed in smelled burned.
Pudding flipped its little tail upward and stabbed a little hole through the hard shell of one of the eggs like a spear.
A clear and sticky liquid slowly seeped out from the hole.
Carl could hear Pudding sending him a message to consume the liquid, so he opened his mouth and sucked the liquid out of the tiny hole. The thick liquid of the egg was slippery and tasted slightly sweet, and the most a
