Chapter One-
I awoke again on the roost, Pippa on one side and Amelia on the other. Pippa is a New Hampshire Red and Amelia is a White Leghorn. As I stood up, both of them clucked at me for waking them up. I jumped down, crashed into the food tray, and fell on my face all at the same time. I looked up to see 14 other pairs of beady eyes staring down at me. "Sorry?" I clucked. The other girls, still muttering, proceeded to jump down and begin their morning routine, eat, drink, scratch, repeat. Six, the good natured Barred Rock sauntered over to me and joked, "Feeling extra klutzy today Molly?"
"Only a little." I answered, now feeling worse. As the sun rose, we greeted our run with loud, excited voices. I went for my daily pacing along the chicken wire, and several other girl followed suit. About a half hour later, the girl came down to see us. As usual, she was barefoot, and dumped some pellets on the ground. I wandered up to her, keeping close to her feet, following her as she walked about.
"Now, who are you?" she said, turning promptly and scooping me off the ground. As she turned me so I was more on my back, I instinctively pulled my feet up against my chest and squeaked like a terrified chipmunk. She laughed and said, "You must be Molly." she put me down, and after whisking Lady, the Buff Orpington off her feet into her arms, she walked away. I was very bewildered. Why did she find that so funny? And why do none of the other birds do it? I spent the rest of the day worried, barely eating anything or talking to anyone.
Sorry this is short, but I may have short ones for a while before I really figure out how to make this plot work.
