Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 
Jason stumbled through the forest as he ran from a pack of black foxes. turning around his glasses glinted, temporarily blinding them. There was a fast flowing stream ahead, all he could do was hope the water was warm enough and the foxes wern't good swimmers. Diving in he felt more powerful. He quickly swam across but the foxes had recovered and were following him. He waited for the right moment hoping this wasn't the wrong choice. as the first fox lunged at him he kicked at it with his foot, making it fall back into the stream which roared as it picked up speed by the second, sweeping the foxes away. He took a deep shaky breath and turned around looking at his hands. Streams picking up speed that fast was far from natural. He turned around to see a little dirt house. He headed towards it curiously wondering why it was there; not noticing that his clothes were still dry...
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but I'll try to RP without my mom noticing...)
