The Crafty Chickadee forgot about her chicks,again! She had been so busy reading Derp's stories,she completely forgot to watch the time. After a quick glance out the dark window,she jumped up and rushed out to get her babies. The Two Terrors had gone into the feed box to sleep, and the other two decided to sleep outside. Silly hens! So,the Crafty Chickadee grabbed the two girls that were outside,all cuddled up, and placed them in the sleeping box. Then it was time to get the first Terror. The Crafty Chickadee grabbed the mealworm can and started shaking it. Immediately, Terror Number One (or more commonly known as Georgia) hopped out and began following the Chickadee's flashlight and, of course, the sound of worms. She hopped up into the coop and settled in. Then it was time for Minerva, the other Terror. She's not so easily persuaded with food. So,the chickadee had to climb in the feed box and catch Miss Minerva. Minerva did not appreciate this. The chickadee had to hold the fat chicken with both hands to keep her from flying away. Which meant she had no hands to hold the flashlight. She stuck it between her knees. Now imagine trying to carry a very unhappy chicken while holding a flashlight between your knees and stepping over the high doorway. If you have pictured a very funny mental image of a waddling lady carrying a very ticked off,squacking chicken with a flashlight slipping from between her legs, then you have got it exactly right. The Chickadee shut both terrors in their coop, and after saying goodnight to all her chicks, locked the doors to keep them safe from curious night creatures.