Wren followed behind her, carrying a small flower. She showed it to the hen.
"Oh...." murmured the hen. "What is that? It's- it's beautiful."
Wren tucked the delicate white and yellow flower under her wing. "It's flower called a primrose. I thought maybe- maybe you'd like that name."
The white hen thought for a moment, then nodded. "Hmm."
"It's a lovely name. But I am no lovely hen." She chuckled. "I'm a ugly, scrappy cage hen who has almost zero will to live. I can't be named after a beautiful flower." She chuckled.
"Oh...." murmured the hen. "What is that? It's- it's beautiful."
Wren tucked the delicate white and yellow flower under her wing. "It's flower called a primrose. I thought maybe- maybe you'd like that name."
The white hen thought for a moment, then nodded. "Hmm."
"It's a lovely name. But I am no lovely hen." She chuckled. "I'm a ugly, scrappy cage hen who has almost zero will to live. I can't be named after a beautiful flower." She chuckled.