Broken Eggs

I was sitting at dinner with family and my dad
announced that he and my mom had been thinking maybe it would
be good to put me away in a home for a while. We
went to go visit it, my parents left to go
talk to people and I sat in the waiting room with
a large bowl of these....things, part turtle/crocodile/
slug/shrimp things, very tiny. And they hatched out of things
that looked like egg/seashell/rocks. I went to go look at
them and play with them and then these other people
came up and started pulling the partially hatched ones
out of their eggrock things just for fun and leaving them
to die and it made me angry and I said something
about it being like boys killing flies and I grabbed
the bowl away from them and tried to hide all
the little creatures under piles of shiny gravel
in it but then one of the grown-up in-charge people
came and took it away from me and scooped out a
handful of the creatures and said they were for food
not toys and they were going to be the appetizers for that night’s dinner.