- Dec 21, 2009
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Since the previous thread vanished, past adventures can be found here: Rhonda's Coop
The one who is CAT, She Who Dwells in the Staircase, can now enter and leave the human domicile at whim. She has taken to laying on the top beam of the fence surrounding the chicken pen, observing the avian flocks as they go about their daily lives. At first, they were nervous about the presence of She Who Is Cat, but Rhonda reassured them that the cat is all fluff and no ferocity.
Rhonda however, still eyes the cat with suspicion. That flocculent orange creature is up to something, of that, Rhondas little chicken brain is certain. All morning Rhonda paced the fence, staring up at the cat, daring her to so much as change expression. She Who Dwells in the Staircase was one with her ancestral sphinx, and merely stared, just a hint of a smile on her feline jaw.
Fluffing her feathers fiercely, Rhonda hopped up to the fence to look the cat in the eye. BAWK! she exclaimed. The Cat merely stretched in response before slowly hopping off the fence gracefully. Somewhere between a mosey and a stroll, She Who Dwells in the Staircase returned to the staircase, leaving behind a confused and frustrated Rhonda.
She Who Dwells in the Coop returned to the coop to confer with her minions about this new development. And to eat tasty greens.
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Someone with a noisy machine came over and ran the machine all over a section of the yard multiple times. All the grass was churned into soil, and a few tasty worms went flying. And Rhonda was vexed, for the Food-Bringer herder she and her sisters back into the coop and locked the coop door so they could not investigate.
The next morning, all the humans came outside. The Food-Bringer released Rhonda from her captivity and refilled the water dishes, as well as provided several handfuls of tasty greens. Then all the humans went into the churned up area and begin digging around. Rhonda wished them well on their worm hunt and hoped theyd share if they caught anything good. Meanwhile, she had greens to eat and ducks to peck.
After the Food-Bringers were done making furrows in the soil, they returned to the house and retrieved several packages of seeds. Rhonda was hopeful, for she liked seeds and could clearly see such things as corn and wheat. And do you know what those silly humans did then? They took all those nice seeds and tossed them on the ground!
And Rhonda was vexed. If they did not wish to eat the tasty seeds, surely they could see that poor little Rhonda was wasting away from starvation before their very eyes! Rhonda huffed and flew herself over the fence and marched herself right into that garden to dig those tasty looking seeds back up.
Still more vexation! The Food-Bringer picked Rhonda up and put her back in the pen. Well, Rhonda wasnt going to let a little thing like that keep her away while those silly humans continued to toss seeds on the ground. Over the fence again came Rhonda, and back over the fence she was again placed by the Food-Bringer. This repeated twice more before that evil, no-good, rotten Food-Bringer put Rhonda in the dog kennel!
Rhonda ran her little tin cup across the bars and sang the blues, watching in sadness as the Food-Bringers finished burying the tasty seeds and then turned all that nice, perfect for dust-bathing dirt into mud.
Woe is Rhonda.
The one who is CAT, She Who Dwells in the Staircase, can now enter and leave the human domicile at whim. She has taken to laying on the top beam of the fence surrounding the chicken pen, observing the avian flocks as they go about their daily lives. At first, they were nervous about the presence of She Who Is Cat, but Rhonda reassured them that the cat is all fluff and no ferocity.
Rhonda however, still eyes the cat with suspicion. That flocculent orange creature is up to something, of that, Rhondas little chicken brain is certain. All morning Rhonda paced the fence, staring up at the cat, daring her to so much as change expression. She Who Dwells in the Staircase was one with her ancestral sphinx, and merely stared, just a hint of a smile on her feline jaw.
Fluffing her feathers fiercely, Rhonda hopped up to the fence to look the cat in the eye. BAWK! she exclaimed. The Cat merely stretched in response before slowly hopping off the fence gracefully. Somewhere between a mosey and a stroll, She Who Dwells in the Staircase returned to the staircase, leaving behind a confused and frustrated Rhonda.
She Who Dwells in the Coop returned to the coop to confer with her minions about this new development. And to eat tasty greens.
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Someone with a noisy machine came over and ran the machine all over a section of the yard multiple times. All the grass was churned into soil, and a few tasty worms went flying. And Rhonda was vexed, for the Food-Bringer herder she and her sisters back into the coop and locked the coop door so they could not investigate.
The next morning, all the humans came outside. The Food-Bringer released Rhonda from her captivity and refilled the water dishes, as well as provided several handfuls of tasty greens. Then all the humans went into the churned up area and begin digging around. Rhonda wished them well on their worm hunt and hoped theyd share if they caught anything good. Meanwhile, she had greens to eat and ducks to peck.
After the Food-Bringers were done making furrows in the soil, they returned to the house and retrieved several packages of seeds. Rhonda was hopeful, for she liked seeds and could clearly see such things as corn and wheat. And do you know what those silly humans did then? They took all those nice seeds and tossed them on the ground!
And Rhonda was vexed. If they did not wish to eat the tasty seeds, surely they could see that poor little Rhonda was wasting away from starvation before their very eyes! Rhonda huffed and flew herself over the fence and marched herself right into that garden to dig those tasty looking seeds back up.
Still more vexation! The Food-Bringer picked Rhonda up and put her back in the pen. Well, Rhonda wasnt going to let a little thing like that keep her away while those silly humans continued to toss seeds on the ground. Over the fence again came Rhonda, and back over the fence she was again placed by the Food-Bringer. This repeated twice more before that evil, no-good, rotten Food-Bringer put Rhonda in the dog kennel!
Rhonda ran her little tin cup across the bars and sang the blues, watching in sadness as the Food-Bringers finished burying the tasty seeds and then turned all that nice, perfect for dust-bathing dirt into mud.
Woe is Rhonda.
