Anne: We've been playing a prank on Mama 

Bessie: Yeah, for the last day or two we've been getting out of our brooder!
Emily: But, we were all back in the brooder when she looked, we never let her catch us out so, Mama didn't know who was leaving their...
Charlotte: Ahem! Their "deposits" for Mama to clean up...everychicken will know what you mean.
Agnes: Agreed, there's no need to be vulgar in the telling, Emily.
Emily: Is poop vulgar, Agnes?
Agnes: What you ask about is natural. Referring to it directly is vulgar.
Anne: ANYWAY, back to the story, girls!
Bessie: Right! So, this evening, we decided to let Mama see how we're such big pullets...not baby chicks.
Anne: When Mama came in, I was walking back and forth on the HIGH edge.
Bessie: And, I was perched on the roosting bar!
(Me: their brooder is a huge spa-type tub...easy to clean and very deep. Bessie's "roosting bar" is a stainless steel handrail)
Anne: We didn't even startle when Mama came in. You should've seen the look on her face!
Emily: Why did Mama say that she'd need to count us now before letting Puppy Portia come to say, "hello"?
Charlotte: I flapped up to the edge while Mama was laughing and talking to Anne and Bessie, even though I'm the littlest 
