Okay! The books have been shipped. They are signed by both me and Fatima (story below).
This chapter of Fatima is from the point of view of my good friend Sally, rather than Fatima. It does not have a chapter number because it is not really a part of Fatima's "saga".
Chicken Ink
Okay. I knew Olivia was a little obsessed with her chickens, and yes, I did know she had written some children's book... but really, this is going way too far.
Yes, that's right. She had a chicken. Sign. The. Book.
You never can tell with that girl. I came over for a sleepover hoping for a nice walk in the woods and some good catching-up chatting, then a movie. I had to leave early in the morning, and ever since Olivia moved it's a 45 minute drive between our houses.
Well, we did everything I figured. Except...
...except at six-thirty on Saturday morning, Olivia woke me up waving a pad of ink and some newspaper in my face. She then proceeded to fill a basin with hose water and dragged me outside (me still half-asleep and tripping over my own feet), pressing a very bewildered chicken into my arms. It was then that I finally figured out what she had been trying to tell me: She wanted the chicken to sign her books. With its foot.
Now do you see why my parents always ask me, "so what did you do at Olivia's this time?"
Anyway, she washed the chicken's feet and dried them with a towel. Her neighbors must have been very confused, were they watching. I doubt that. I still didn't know why we had to be awake so early.
By this time I was a bit more awake and went inside to spread out the newspaper. I held the chicken Fatima, Olivia told me. Fatima of the Gold-dust Feathers. Why the heck does a chicken need such a long name? while Olivia got the books. I gotta admit, they were pretty impressive. Glossy covers bore the picture of the chicken I was holding and Olivia's dream was realized with her photograph on the back. I held the books, while Olivia pressed Fatima's foot into the ink (Fatima didn't look terribly pleased, but didn't struggle) and then to the cover page of the book.
By this point her mother had arrived and after fretting about ink everywhere began helping us, making sure the ink didn't smudge. This entire procedure took about half an hour. When we were finished, Olivia let the chicken meander back outside and fed her a heel of bread before letting the others out. I watched from the window.
You never can tell with that girl.