I looked at Wisty under my non-existant eyebrows. "Are you SURE this is where you live?" I muttered. Her Green eyes widened and she stopped dead at the gate. "D-Did you J-Just S-Say something??" She asked clearly very doubtful of her own ears. "Of course I did you Do-Do bird, but you couldn't hear me" I laughed. She shook her head which sent her straight red hair flying. "Gee wiz, this Georga heat must be getting to my head" She scolded herself and proceded to open the gate with a fluid swing, which showed that she'd done that countless times. She skipped up to the door of the greenish wood plank hut, trying to pass as a house, and peeked inside, carefull to hide me under her long shirt. "MOMMA I'M HOME!" she shouted and proceeded to run into the only room in this grungy house that looked occupied. The walls where covered with posters of chicken breeds and pop-star photos. In the corner was a small cardboad box with a very inviting looking heat lamp. Sheesh, why was I so cold? I Chirped to her in the most manly, chick voice I could muster. "Oh, Your cold arn't you?" I hopped "Of course you are" she murmmered. She bounded up to the box in three steps and gently placed me in the center of a box full of dirty, ugly, baby chickens.