On this thread, we play a game where each of us adds on to the story everyone else has written. for example: Person 1: the chicken jumped off the roost and ate food. Person 2: the other chicken pecked her. Person 3: she pecked the other chicken back. Rules: Keep it PG at the very most. Keep it somewhat realistic--although in the story chickens can talk amongst each other, they do not live in a fantasy world, so they do not use magic, talk to humans, ect. you can use whatever charecters you like at any time. PM me with requests for new ones. Charecters: Lander-- a RIR rooster, Lander rarely talks. He is at the head of the pecking order Olive--an easter egger who is named after the color of eggs she lays. She is boisterious and friendly. 4th in pecking order Pinky--Olive's twin sister, who looks just like Olive but who is much quieter. 5th in Pecking order Sugarplum: A sweet silkie who is just a little bit of a showoff. 6th in pecking order. Nightsky: a black australorp who is the head hen. Bossy but sweet in her own way. 2nd in pecking order Elanora: a suusex who is very intelligent, but at the bottom of the pecking order. Sort of a nerd.7th in order Mango: an athletic new hampshire red . 3rd in pecking order. Peach: Mango's motherly, Broody twin sister. fourth in pecking order. I'll start: The coop was noisy that morning. Pinky and Olive were aruguing over their breakfast, Nightsky was aurguing with Peach, who had gone broody in Nightsky's favorite nestbox, and Mango was having a pleasent conversation with Sugarplum--pleasent but loud. Elanora slipped out of the coop into the quiet run, shivering in the cool air. She had always felt out of place in the coop. She was the youngest, the smallest chicken there. She hadn't even reached laying age. She had been a mail order chick that had gotten lost in the mail and delivered to 45th avenue in Hearton, Colorado, instead of Hearton, Connecticut. She was the only one that had survived. The people who had ordered her said not to bother trying to send her back, they would just order more chicks. So her recipents gave her to a friend who kept chickens. Elanora had liked it there, but it seemed like every other hen there already had a good friend or sister. "ELANORRRAAAA" called Olive from the interior of the coop, "COME HELP US LOOK FOR THE OYSTER SHELL! MANGO HID IT AGAIN!"Elanora sighed and went back inside.