The Chicken of Space: Fantasy

The shell cracked wide and from the yolk uncurled the chicken of space, who stretched his wings and uttered a proud crow that cracked apart the heavens. Li-Ling crouched and stared at this tiny fowl with a black-and-white galaxy in his eyes and the sheer color of the nebulae in his plumage. "What are you, little one?" she whispered. "Where did you come from?" She had saved the black stone-shaped egg when she found it buried in her rice patty, but only because she thought it looked interesting and might be part of an arrangement in her garden if she thought about it for a while. She had never expected such a creature to hatch from it.


Inspiration: NASA image: The Center of Centaurus A. It looked like an egg yolk to me.
Story Potential: Medium-high. I really like this bit, but I have no idea where it would go from here.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: I have no idea where this would go from here. Did I mention that? It would be written in the manner of a Chinese fairytale, though.