Back on the ice sheet, many, many months passed. Pinot's egg was getting heavier, and Pinot's dad was becoming very, very hungry. His feet were sore, and he had gotten VERY skinny! He imagined soaking in some nice warm tropical water. Pinot's mom would rub his tired feet... she would bring him a nice chicken sandwich. Inside the egg, Pinot was starting to squirm around. From inside the shell, Pinot asked his dad to explain the theory of relativity.
