*-'~Chicken boy~`- * A story about a boy that learns chicken speech.

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Chapter 4

I stopped, right behind Shelly. She was talking to the small chick. It gasped when I approached, and Shelly turned.
“Oh, hi Ryo! Sylvie, it’s alright. This is my friend, Ryo!” The little chick hummed. A lilting, wonderful thing it was. Her voice was soft as silk.
“Hello, Ryo. Having a nice day? I would like to play, but I tripped, and fell in hay! Wonderful stuff, but it’s a bit tough. You know, to eat. I don’t like it, and neither does Pete.” I was surprised. This chick could rhyme!
“Who’s Pete?” I asked, and her voice rose again.
“Oh, I’ll put it in your head. He’s a turkey; A Bourbon Red!”
“Well yessir, I am indeed a turkey, and I’m also a Bourbon Red! The name’s Pete, what’s yours pardner?” I turned, and was faced with a large creature, at least twice my size, with reddish feathers. He gave me a little smile, and I nearly fainted then and there. “‘Good day! How has it been for you? I’m from Texas, the Lone Star State. Hatched there, then raised here by that boy. Actually, just got here. All I know is that Keeper up there came down once, and told me what I told you!” He paused, looking over me.
“And who are you? What are you?” I fluffed myself as large as I could.
“I am Ryo. I am a Blue Sumatra Cockerel. I think.” I said, not knowing what color I was.
“S’alright. I know a whole lotta stuff ‘bout chicks. Mmm, yep. Blue Sumatra. Now, what else-“ Suddenly, a large hand came down, and scooped me, Shelly, Pete, and Sylvie up.
“I don’t like this ride! I’d rather hide!” I heard, and The Keeper looked down at us.
“How are you all?” he clucked.
I’m sure you’d like to learn something, wouldn’t you?” he said to all of us. I wiggled and said
“YES! I would love to learn something!”
“Alright, then. I’m glad you decided so quickly. Let’s go outside and see Rod. Now, I know you all aren’t a month old yet, but it’s just for 5 minutes.” The Keeper clucked, and soon we were outside. I looked up, and saw a massive blue ceiling with soft-looking white balls of fluff. The Keeper set us down, and Rod ran over.
“You left me to him. Why didn’t you help me?” He sounded hurt. But then he smiled and tackled me. We went rolling, and I was sure I heard a sigh.
“Cockerels.” said Shelly. Suddenly, I heard a loud screech. “Who are you? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???” I looked up, and saw a golden hen snarling down at us.
“Calm, Briana. It’s just new chicks.” A large, black-striped rooster walked over to us. I looked up at him, and decided he was looking angrier then he sounded. I whimpered, wondering what would happen.

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(Guess what!!! SCRUFFY HAS PINFEATHERS! FINALLY!!!)
Chapter 5

He growled, and Shelly and Sylvie ran behind me and Rod. Pete continued to stand tall and defiant, but he was a third of the size of the big rooster. He was about to launch himself at the rooster when I heard
“Ryan! Leave them alone, they’re only hatchlings.” A big chicken, I guess a hen that looked nearly exactly the same as Ryan, the roo, trotted over to us. As she approached, I saw she had a strange red thing on her head. Not straight like the golden hen and black-and-white rooster. It looked like it curved inwards.
“Mindless, that’s what they are.” Said Ryan.
“Bah,” said the hen, who walked towards us. “Are you alright? Did my husband scare you? Sorry if he did, he’s a little grumpy.” I looked behind myself. Shelly was behind me, and farther off, I saw The Keeper, watching intently. I turned, and said
“No, ma’am. We’re alright.”
She let out a happy sigh, and introduced herself.
“I am Gwendolyn, a Dominique. Who are you young’uns?” I scratched the dirt, and we all recited our names. I was about to ask a question, when The Keeper walked up behind us.
“Alright chicks, time to go back inside, okay?” He scooped us up, and I waved goodbye to Gwendolyn. Ryan and the golden hen stared at us, as we went inside. The keeper placed us down, and muttered to himself.
“Why do I even bother?” I asked him what he meant, and he leaned over the brooder.
“What I mean is, why do I let you out when you’ll just get yourselves killed by the older chickens?” he said, and rose back up. That sent a chill down my spine.
“What does he mean?” asked Rod. I turned to face him.
“He meant the rooster wanted to kill us.”

 

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Chapter 6

A few weeks later, Sylvie, Shelly, Rod, Pete, and I began to make a lot of change. One day, I was picking through my fluff, and it began to fall off, revealing small spines. I began to shiver, and ran around in fear. I was very afraid, and then the hand of The Keeper scooped me up, turned me over, and lifted my wing. Then he laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s only pinfeathers. Soon, you’ll have true feathers, like Pete.”
I looked down at Pete, who did have quite a few feathers, and was shockingly large, now about the size of Gwendolyn. “So, I’m not going to become a spiky monster?”
He laughed, and set me back down. “No, you aren’t becoming a spiky monster.” He walked away, and I ran over to Rod. “Hey, Ryo!” he shouted as he saw me.
Rod and I now had little bumpy-lumps, as we called them. The Keeper called them ‘combs’, but we both liked to call them lumpy-bumps. As I watched, he shook his lumpy-bumps, which wiggled and waggled. “Hey, check this out.” He said, and raised his chin.
I looked, and saw that his chin had little dangly things. I remembered that The Keeper once told Rod and I that when we got older, we would have wattles which hung down from your chin. “I think you’re growing wattles!” I said, and he beamed.
“Yeah, I thought so.” He said, and I told him about my pinfeathers.
I showed him the glossy blue spikes in my side, and he leapt back. “Are… are you sick?” he asked, quaking in fear.
“What? No! It’s only pinfeathers. The Keeper told me about them. When you preen them, there’s wax on them, and when that wax falls off…” I preened my feathers, revealing glossy blue-black feathers.
“Out come the feathers.” Rod stared at them, and looked under his own wing. Sure enough, he had pinfeathers. “Oh cool!” he said, laughing.
I smiled a chicken smile. Pete walked over, a big orange blob of feathers. “Hey guys, how’s it goin’?” he asked, ruffling his feathers.
“Look!” I said, lifting my wing to reveal the blackish-blue feathers.
Rod lifted his wing to show his pinfeathers. Pete ruffled his own orange and white feathers, and smiled. “I heard there were going to be Guinea Fowl in here soon.” He looked up, and smiled.
“Get ready.”
Three odd-looking chicks were put in with us. They were smaller, and a little weirder. They seemed to have bumps on their heads, wattles, and bright blue eyes.
“HAI!!!” yelled one, and zipped around, yelling ‘HAI’ to anyone it met.
The other two glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. “Just ignore him. Cheet has been hyper ever since he learned about this brooder. Also, be nice to him. He’s a Guin; half Guinea Fowl, half Chicken.” Rod turned and his eyes widened.
Rod’s beak went slack. I suppressed a chuckle. Rod was in love with the guinea fowl! The Keeper had told me about love, after his mom kissed him good night. “Well, uh, hello!” Rod said, stammering.
The guinea fowl looked at him kindly. “Hello to you to! I’m Pearl, and this is Caroline.”
She smiled shyly. And your name is?” Rod was about to answer, when two ducks were put in with us.
I had only ever heard of ducks. They looked much funnier now that I had met one. Suddenly, The Keeper’s face peered over the edge of the brooder. “Hey guys. You’re getting outta this brooder today!” Everyone cheered. Well, everyone but me. The brooder began to move, and we quickly were dumped in the field. I stood up, and found I wasn’t smaller than the grass anymore. Pete looked around, and walked off to look at something odd. “Be back in a flash.” He said.
The rest of us walked around, wondering what to do. “Ah! Hello kids!” Gwendolyn walked up to us. ‘Hi, Gwendolyn! How are you? We just came out of the brooder!” I said, excited.
“Well, that’s always good, but watch out for Ryan. He’s pretty grumpy this morning.” She walked off, and I followed her. “Hey! What’s this?” I asked her, picking up a long squirmy thing.
She turned, and laughed. “It’s a worm, they’re delicious. Go on, eat up before another chicken comes over and steals it.” I gulped it down, and when I looked up, Gwendolyn had walked off.
A pang of fear washed over me, when I heard a low voice call out, “Hey! What’re you doin’ here?” Someone jumped from behind a bush and landed on me! “Ahh!!!” I called, hoping someone could come.
A strange chicken looked down at me. He had no feathers on his neck. “Wh-who are you? “ I asked, and the older rooster looked down at me. “Lucas. Now get lost before Moose and Rocko have something to say about it.” Two large roosters, both black, walked out from behind the bush. I ran off, hoping they wouldn’t bother me again, and ran straight into a wall of black and white stripes. I looked up into the snarling face of Ryan.

 

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