The Story of Molly

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  1. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Hey everyone! As you may or may not know, this is a story of one of my chickens, Molly. She was injured very seriously and barely pulled through. this story will start with her as a pullet, just after being moved to the big coop. I will post the first chapter soon. For something more advanced on Molly's story, please visit my page. Thank you!
     
  2. mrpekinduck

    mrpekinduck Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Ok I'd love to read it! [​IMG]
     
  3. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Quote:Wow I didn't expect somebody to find it so fast! I'll write a chapter now.
     
  4. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Chapter One-

    I awoke again on the roost, Pippa on one side and Amelia on the other. Pippa is a New Hampshire Red and Amelia is a White Leghorn. As I stood up, both of them clucked at me for waking them up. I jumped down, crashed into the food tray, and fell on my face all at the same time. I looked up to see 14 other pairs of beady eyes staring down at me. "Sorry?" I clucked. The other girls, still muttering, proceeded to jump down and begin their morning routine, eat, drink, scratch, repeat. Six, the good natured Barred Rock sauntered over to me and joked, "Feeling extra klutzy today Molly?"
    "Only a little." I answered, now feeling worse. As the sun rose, we greeted our run with loud, excited voices. I went for my daily pacing along the chicken wire, and several other girl followed suit. About a half hour later, the girl came down to see us. As usual, she was barefoot, and dumped some pellets on the ground. I wandered up to her, keeping close to her feet, following her as she walked about.
    "Now, who are you?" she said, turning promptly and scooping me off the ground. As she turned me so I was more on my back, I instinctively pulled my feet up against my chest and squeaked like a terrified chipmunk. She laughed and said, "You must be Molly." she put me down, and after whisking Lady, the Buff Orpington off her feet into her arms, she walked away. I was very bewildered. Why did she find that so funny? And why do none of the other birds do it? I spent the rest of the day worried, barely eating anything or talking to anyone.

    Sorry this is short, but I may have short ones for a while before I really figure out how to make this plot work.
     
  5. mrpekinduck

    mrpekinduck Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Great Job I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [​IMG]
     
  6. Symphony

    Symphony Vanilla, Little Airt Airt

    [​IMG] Nice job!
     
  7. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Thanks guys. I'll write more later!
     
  8. WooingWyandotte

    WooingWyandotte Overrun With Chickens

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    [​IMG] Great job! I can't wait for the rest.
     
  9. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    I am writing a chapter now!
     
  10. thechickenwhisperer24

    thechickenwhisperer24 Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Chapter 2-

    I was very distracted for a while. The girl regularly referred to Sylvia, Lily, Pippa and I as the "brown girls". Maybe she couldn't tell us apart. Our colors were similar, but our sizes were different, as were our personalities. Pippa was mean to me and everyone else, on the high end of the pecking order. Sylvia was quiet and in the middle. Lily was as big as I was and again, quiet and the middle. I could find no refuge hanging out with them, so I was only left with hanging out with Six and Seyda, the Barred Rocks.

    The next day was bright and sunny. When the girl came down, instead of taking Lady up to the house, she opened the door. We ran out, expecting her to chase us, but she didn't. She just sat down on the ground and watched. We moved as a flock, digging through the leaves and eating everything in sight. We were exhausted by the end of the day, and we began to take naps in the sun, digging cool holes in the dirt and spending time in the open yard rather than the woods. When night came, we all filed in to our places on the roost. As we fell asleep, Yolanda, the other Buff Orpington whispered to me "That was really fun, wasn't it Molly?"
    "Yeah" I whispered back. I smiled in the darkness. Maybe I had made a new friend.

    The next morning, the run was very boring. Nothing to dig through, nothing to do and nowhere to explore. The day dragged on, and I was very bored. We had never been so irritable to each other, and they all seemed to want to pick on me. It was terrible.





    I know this is very short but I am having trouble finding out what to write. I have some ideas, so I'll work on this. For more info on each hen, go to my page. Thanks!
     
    Last edited: Nov 21, 2011

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