First Sentence: The egg rolled to a stop upon reaching the wire mesh of the coop.
Back of the book:
This is the story of a hen named Sprout. No longer content to lay eggs on command only to have them carted off to the market, she glimpses her future every morning through the barn doors, where the other animals roam free, and comes up with a plan to escape into the wild—and to hatch an egg of her own. An anthem for individuality and motherhood.
Last Sentence: Gliding through the air with her large, beautiful wings, Sprout looked down at everything below – the reservoir and the fields in a snowstorm, and the weasel limping away, a scrawny hen dangling from her jaws.