The Saga of Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers! UPDATED - Fatima died...

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Chapter 18: What on Earth is going on here??!!
Poor Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers! Her little head was just swimming with confusion. She was back in the Cage with Rita, and Charlotte was gone! A lady came to take her away to a new home- Fatima and Rita could hear the other hens clucking about it. But if Charlotte was gone, why couldn't they be back outside?
"Because," Rita explained patiently, as if Fatima was rather slow, "the Great Handed-Ones are afraid that other girls will pack at our bare spots. They want our feathers to grow back a little more."
Fatima put her head between her legs to try to see if the fluff had grown back over her bare vent. The effort was as fruitless as trying to catch a moth flying ten feet above your head. "Oh, bother," she said sourly. "And everyone else seemed to be having so much fun in the new pen."
"I know," Rita lamented, gazing outside. They could just make out the huge pen in the backyard that the Great-Handed woman and girl had spent the day constructing the day before. But Fatima and Rita only experienced a precious few hours in the new pen before being shut back in the Cage.
"Honestly," Fatima announced irately, "if they don't stop trying to protect us they'll kill us!"
Perhaps. What would become of Fatima? Spring was in the air, and after just the briefest taste of freedom she was back in the Cage. She ruffled her feathers, indignant, and went over to the waterer. Perhaps a nice cool drink of water would give her the insight necessary to puzzle this dilemma out.
 

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