~The Barnyard~ A Chicken RP

“Is a roozter like a girl goose?” Harvey asked.
A chicken is not a goose. We go cluck and cock-a-doodle-doo. Geese go honk. Ducks go quack. I am fluffy. Geese are not fluffy. Skittles is a boy. We call boy chickens roosters or cockerels. We call girl chickens like me and Baby hens or pullets. Do you get it? We are not geese.
 
A chicken is not a goose. We go cluck and cock-a-doodle-doo. Geese go honk. Ducks go quack. I am fluffy. Geese are not fluffy. Skittles is a boy. We call boy chickens roosters or cockerels. We call girl chickens like me and Baby hens or pullets. Do you get it? We are not geese.
“A geese is a duck that goes cluck and a baby hens are fluffy,” Harvey’s head was spinning, trying to remember everything the hen had said. “I know you’re not a geese! You are gooses!” he said, thinking he was sounding super smart.
 
A chicken is not a goose. We go cluck and cock-a-doodle-doo. Geese go honk. Ducks go quack. I am fluffy. Geese are not fluffy. Skittles is a boy. We call boy chickens roosters or cockerels. We call girl chickens like me and Baby hens or pullets. Do you get it? We are not geese.
Hank flicked his head, his snood bouncing around. He didn't really get it. "Oh, well." He said. He ignored what his brother was saying. He strutted over to the waterer. The human was refilling it with a blue watering can. He looked up at the human and strutted around the human's feet.
 

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