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[earlybird10842]

Quote: Sophia: Yeah, Maple is one of those really complex characters who has so many little aspects to her personality. So matter of fact, and so smart, which usually results in a sort of harsh "I'm smarter than you" personality, but somehow Maple also has this super kind side of her. I like that scene in the book that they didn't put in the movie where Indigo describes Maple as a maple tree--Stubbornly strong wood with sweet sap inside.

Marianne: That last scene is odd, emotionally--not sad, but poignant, and it just has so much finality to it--you KNOW it's the end, and is probably the last you'll hear about those three--unless the sequel comes out.

 

[earlybird10842]

Me: Here is what I have typed up of the story so far. Just a second draft, not very refined yet. Copyright earlybird10842.

The chickens of nowhere

Chapter one— arrival
It was that awkward period of day known as late evening, before dusk and yet not daylight. Us chickens were all in the coop, snug on the roost—we always went to bed early in springtime, since it was too chill to be outdoors this late evening. Many of the older chickens looked forward to something they called “summer”-- something none of my siblings and I had not yet seen. We were three and a half months old, hatched that January, show-quality partridge Plymouth rocks. Many of us had been sold since then—there had been ten at the hatch, but five had been sold. Five remained: me, my sister and best friend Violet, a pullet called Jilly , a pullet called Jolly, and a nameless cockerel.
I was on the verge of sleep, when suddenly, I felt Violet tense beside me. “Indigo” she whispered, “there’s something out there” I looked out at the coop window. All I could see beyond was a cloudy sky, pinkened by sunset. But I could hear it too…something coming toward our coop. And human voices. “relax, Violet” I whispered. “It’s just our owner.”
A lady stepped into the coop behind our owner. She immediately spotted Violet and I, sitting on the roost next to each other. She picked me up. I tried to fidget away, but her hands clamped tightly around me. Finally she set me down and picked up violet. After inspecting Violet, she said “Both very nice. I’ll take them for that price.” And with that, she shoved us into a pet crate and set it down in the bed of her pickup truck. She and our owner talked for a bit, then she got into the cab of the pickup and drove off into the chilly late-spring evening. “Indigo, where do you think we are going?” Violet asked. “I dunno” I replied. “What I do know is that we have been sold.” “I know” Violet said with a sigh. We had lived in a coop where show quality birds were constantly being bought or sold. Now, it was our turn.
The pickup drove on. The evening turned to twilight. The twilight dwindled and darkened. A half moon and stars rose and shimmered in the sky. Wherever we were going, it was far. Violet tucked her head under her wing and fell asleep, but I stayed awake, staring thorogh the wire door of the pet crate.
Finally, the pickup stopped. The lady got out, picked up the crate, and carried it into the darkness. I heard something opening—a hatch of some kind? Then the crate was opened and I was scooped out, and then pushed through the hatch that had been opened. Then Violet was pushed through, and I heard the hatch close. I stumbled about the dark little room. I bumped into something—a wall? No , a nestbox. Violet called from across the coop. “Indigo, there is a roost here.” I followed the sound of her voice until I bumped into the wooden roost. I hopped up on it, then fell asleep.

 

[ChickenRadio]

Sophia: Yeah, Maple is one of those really complex characters who has so many little aspects to her personality. So matter of fact, and so smart, which usually results in a sort of harsh "I'm smarter than you" personality, but somehow Maple also has this super kind side of her. I like that scene in the book that they didn't put in the movie where Indigo describes Maple as a maple tree--Stubbornly strong wood with sweet sap inside.

Marianne: That last scene is odd, emotionally--not sad, but poignant, and it just has so much finality to it--you KNOW it's the end, and is probably the last you'll hear about those three--unless the sequel comes out.

Majora: What are you guys talking about???
Ash: We havent read this "Chickens OF Nowhere" Book..
Ocarina: Nor have we read it..
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Spice: ahh that one was good...

 

[AraucanaAnnie]

Sophia: Yeah, Maple is one of those really complex characters who has so many little aspects to her personality. So matter of fact, and so smart, which usually results in a sort of harsh "I'm smarter than you" personality, but somehow Maple also has this super kind side of her. I like that scene in the book that they didn't put in the movie where Indigo describes Maple as a maple tree--Stubbornly strong wood with sweet sap inside.

Marianne: That last scene is odd, emotionally--not sad, but poignant, and it just has so much finality to it--you KNOW it's the end, and is probably the last you'll hear about those three--unless the sequel comes out.

Penny: Yeah! I wasn't really crying because it was sad, but because it was so moving. I'm hoping for a sequel, but I can see it go either way.

Me: Here is what I have typed up of the story so far. Just a second draft, not very refined yet. Copyright earlybird10842. 

The chickens of nowhere


Chapter one— arrival
It was that awkward period of day known as late evening, before dusk and yet not daylight. Us chickens were all in the coop, snug on the roost—we always went to bed early in springtime, since it was too chill to be outdoors this late evening. Many of the older chickens looked forward to something they called “summer”-- something none of my siblings and I had not yet seen. We were three and a half months old, hatched that January, show-quality partridge Plymouth rocks. Many of us had been sold since then—there had been ten at the hatch, but five had been sold. Five remained: me, my sister and best friend Violet, a pullet called Jilly , a pullet called Jolly, and a nameless cockerel.
        I was on the verge of sleep, when suddenly, I felt Violet tense beside me. “Indigo” she whispered, “there’s something out there”  I looked out at the coop window. All I could see beyond was a cloudy sky, pinkened by sunset. But I could hear it too…something coming toward our coop. And human voices. “relax, Violet” I whispered. “It’s just our owner.”
        A lady stepped into the coop behind our owner. She immediately spotted Violet and I, sitting on the roost next to each other. She picked me up. I tried to fidget away, but her hands clamped tightly around me. Finally she set me down and picked up violet. After inspecting Violet, she said “Both very nice. I’ll take them for that price.” And with that, she shoved us into a pet crate and set it down in the bed of her pickup truck. She and our owner talked for a bit, then she got into the cab of the pickup and drove off into the chilly late-spring evening. “Indigo, where do you think we are going?” Violet asked. “I dunno” I replied. “What I do know is that we have been sold.” “I know” Violet said with a sigh. We had lived in a coop where show quality birds were constantly being bought or sold. Now, it was our turn.
        The pickup drove on. The evening turned to twilight. The twilight dwindled and darkened. A half moon and stars rose and shimmered in the sky. Wherever we were going, it was far. Violet tucked her head under her wing and fell asleep, but I stayed awake, staring thorogh the wire door of the pet crate. 
Finally, the pickup stopped. The lady got out, picked up the crate, and carried it into the darkness. I heard something opening—a hatch of some kind? Then the crate was opened and I was scooped out, and then pushed through the hatch that had been opened. Then Violet was pushed through, and I heard the hatch close. I stumbled about the dark little room. I bumped into something—a wall? No , a nestbox. Violet called from across the coop. “Indigo, there is a roost here.” I followed the sound of her voice until I bumped into the wooden roost. I hopped up on it, then fell asleep. 

Earlybird, this is really good!

 

[earlybird10842]

Quote: Me: thanks! I have all of part one written, but not drafted and typed.
Marianne: Quiet day on BBSJ.
Elanor: I wonder where the rest of the BBSJers are--ChickenCrazy is at a retreat, but where is malibu and fluffers and co?

 

[AraucanaAnnie]

Me: thanks! I have all of part one written, but not drafted and typed.
Marianne: Quiet day on BBSJ. 
Elanor: I wonder where the rest of the BBSJers are--ChickenCrazy is at a retreat, but where is malibu and fluffers and co? 

Akira: Some days are just like that. For example, I was in all day today laying an exceptionally large egg!
Audrey: Which, for you, is the size of an acorn.
Akira: Well, I am a bantam!
Gwynn: Mommy thinks Basy and I are going to start laying soon! I hope my eggs are lavender with lime zigzags and fuschia swirls.
Penny: You're a brahma, honey! You're going to lay pinkish brown eggs.
Gwynn: Not necessarily!
Penny: Yes, necess-
Midge: Penny!
Penny:

 

[ChickenRadio]

Majora: *shivers and yawns*
Ash: *yawns also*
Ocarina: Will mot fall asleep will nit fall asleep will not fall askfnfyeiroprhdn * falls asleep*

Bridgette: * watches from other roost* Ahhthe youngin's are doing theirstake out again. Its not gonna work..
Skyly: Shush Bridgette! Unlike you. We are trying to sleep!

 

[Fluffballs]

Gertie: We're here. Fluffballs was sick for a few days, and she hasn't come out to see us for awhile. I hear her voice sounds like a frog's, though.
Lady: Don't laugh at Fluffball's voice; it's not kind!
Gertie: Oh, who cares. She probably will never know anyway.
Princess: I liked your story so far, Earlybird!

 

[Fluffers]

Me: thanks! I have all of part one written, but not drafted and typed.
Marianne: Quiet day on BBSJ.
Elanor: I wonder where the rest of the BBSJers are--ChickenCrazy is at a retreat, but where is malibu and fluffers and co?

Fluffy: Few, Im here, *falls down*
Feathery:Are you okay?
Fluffy: Im alright.
Feathery: so what is this book you speak of?

 

[ChickenRadio]

Spice: The humans were gone for a long Long time today!'
Majora: Yeah!! They went out on their horseys and came back all sweaty and gross
Skyly: They bathed all the horses but they didnt bathe one..
Bridgette: Wonder why the didnt bathe lily?
Violet: Me too!