The Rebellion ~ A Poultry RP

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A white leghorn rooster popped out of a nearby bush.
“Hey! Haven’t seen you around, I’m Kes. I love dirt.” The bush rooster promptly squawked, his voice so fast it was nearly indecipherable.
“Wait- you aren’t a wild duck!” Kes exclaimed before anyone could even decipher his previous words.
"No! I am not a wild duck and i am offended u even suggested it! I just came to make friends. Im tired of the way the farmers treat us, Its not fair!!!" Pippa shouted so loudly a farmer cam out of his cottage and started to walk briskly over to their pen.

When Pippa looked closer, she saw a shiny axe in his hand.
"AARGGGHHH! NOOO! HELPPP! " Pippa was flapping outside of the quail pen, becoming so worked up, she nearly passed out.
 
"No! I am not a wild duck and i am offended u even suggested it! I just came to make friends. Im tired of the way the farmers treat us, Its not fair!!!" Pippa shouted so loudly a farmer cam out of his cottage and started to walk briskly over to their pen.

When Pippa looked closer, she saw a shiny axe in his hand.
"AARGGGHHH! NOOO! HELPPP! " Pippa was flapping outside of the quail pen, becoming so worked up, she nearly passed out.
Kes stared at her. “If you are the farmer’s duck you aren’t a wild duck.” He pointed out, cocking his head to the side. He noticed the farmer and suddenly started stepping from foot to foot.
“Hey, almighty wild duck, you know the quail house can’t help you, right-” His eyes darted to the farmer and back to the duck. “-gotta go!”
He took a flying leap onto the top of the quail pen, and from there flapped to the edge of the woods, which he darted into and disappeared. He could fly well partly because he was as skinny as a bantam.
 
Kes stared at her. “If you are the farmer’s duck you aren’t a wild duck.” He pointed out, cocking his head to the side. He noticed the farmer and suddenly started stepping from foot to foot.
“Hey, almighty wild duck, you know the quail house can’t help you, right-” His eyes darted to the farmer and back to the duck. “-gotta go!”
He took a flying leap onto the top of the quail pen, and from there flapped to the edge of the woods, which he darted into and disappeared. He could fly well partly because he was as skinny as a bantam.
" I know that but- !" Kes jumped onto the quail hut and darted into the woods
"Arggh! Nooo!"
In a panic, Pippa flapped up and landed onto the top of the quail pen in which she squatted nervously, as the farmer opened up the quail pen, went inside and closed the door behind him.
"Phew!"
 
" I know that but- !" Kes jumped onto the quail hut and darted into the woods
"Arggh! Nooo!"
In a panic, Pippa flapped up and landed onto the top of the quail pen in which she squatted nervously, as the farmer opened up the quail pen, went inside and closed the door behind him.
"Phew!"
Kes flapped up onto a tree, peering through the leaves at the duck. He tilted his head too far to the side that his vision was obscured by leaves. I didn’t know farm ducks could fly! He squinted his eyes as he thought. Maybe she’s a goose. He considered.
 

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