"Why would you ask the rat, the not-chick? Aren't you afraid i'm going to eat you? I better stop speaking chicken if I want to stop lying to myself!" She reached inside of her, pulling out the squeaks and roars that had been there for so long.
Poshy began panting, so much food, she was so hungry, but she didn’t want to take something without Tiny’s permission. She looked up at Tiny, waiting for the go-ahead.
"Oh, SHUT UP! SHUT. UP." Shouted Rain, ignoring Ginger's shocked face. "You cannot listen to half the story and decide where to put your foot. You are not going to do this to us! So shut up and let me, the chicken who is much meaner and nastier than you, SPEAK."
He nodded. "I wonder how many will have frizzled feathers like me." He grinned.
“What are you waiting for? Eat something!”
Ginger hissed angrily again. Then she hid down in the shadows, running away, pounding the ground.
"Hmm..I dunno." She said, laughing.
“Yes -I uh- well,” Daffy didn’t know the answer to that question.
Poshy‘s heart leaped. She’d never heard such exciting words in her life. She dug her beak into the apricot, flinging juice and pulp everywhere as she ate. She seemed to get more of it in her beard that she did in her mouth. She then pecked open the egg, and slurped up the beautiful golden-yellow yolk. She had stuffed herself to the brim. She looked Tiny in the eyes, “Thank you.” She hadn’t experienced such selfless kindness since she lost her mother and friend.
