"That is my hope," Turtle said. It really wasn't. He just wanted it to rain and he wanted things to be the way they were before. He only agreed to this because Mongoose was getting on his nerves and he didn't want to look stupid.
(I’ll answer soon!
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He fluffed out his feathers, getting the dust out of them, then joined the flock. He noticed Mockingbird trying to open a coconut and once she left it to drink out of the other one, he decided he would try to open it. It would be good for the flock if they could get a nice drink for once. He casually walked over then started pecking it as hard as he could, slowly chipping away the hard husk, After a while he heard a satisfying CRACK as it split open. He carefully manuevered it so it wouldn't spill any of the vital liquid. "There's water over here." He clucked, hoping some of the nearby hens would come to take a drink.
Feathers strode over to inspect his find. "Good job," she said, lpeering at it again.
He bent his head and took a small drink. "Yeah, a little." he admitted. He walked over to Mockingbird and asked "Do you feel sick?" He looked around, trying to find a spot with shade he could lead her to so that way she would be out of the sun and hopefully feel better. All that work for nothing He thought with a small twinge of exasperation. It's okay. I can find one that isn't bad. feeling better, he began to look for shady areas that had coconuts underneath them. If the coconuts were in the shade, surely they wouldn't be bad?
"Do I?" Mockingbird asked. The attention at least gave her a bit of relief. She felt thirsty and sick.
"Come on, let's get you in the shade." He said, spotting a tree not too far away with coconuts lying in its shade. He slowly started walking towards it, turning his head every once in a while to see if she was following
Mockingbird begrudgingly lifted herself up and dragged herself after the rooster. In her blurry vision, his gaudy colors seemed unnecessarily bright, and they began to swirl together. When she plopped down, she began panting to stay cool. Hopefully if anything tried stalking her, Chameleon would somehow triple in size and self confidence and fend it off, because she really couldn't see another outcome where she would survive the ordeal. Mockingbird drifted off, taking one last glance at Chameleon's dazzling feathers.
He saw her fall asleep and he laid down nearby, starting to peck at another coconut. Did I do the right thing? He began to wonder as he rhythmically pecked the coconut. Should I have done something else? Maybe I should have brought her back the flock where everyone could watch over her. The thoughts pressed him down, and with each one he began to worry more and more
