Part 1 : Rejection (before Wingclan)
She could sense it was time, the pip in her eggshell had been made. Exhausted, she pushed with all her effort. That's how she was born. She lay there, worn out, but as the hour past by, her yellow down dried off and she had the strength to stand up. Under her mother's wing, it was warm and she slept contently for what appeared to be hours. However long it really was, her sleep was interrupted by a horrible array of clucks. They called out, Winifred! Winifred! We heard the news! Your chicks have hatched!
They continued, Oh, we are so happy! We must see them! Oh please! A gentler voice replied, Very well, but keep quiet, I wish you not to frighten them. At that moment, the chick poked her head out, as did her siblings. She watched as her brothers and sisters climbed out from the safety of their mother's wings, she herself stayed put. "Aww!!" cried the companions of her mother. Her siblings were as cute as buttons, some had little beards, these were Americanas and some were RIRs, the rest were Leghorns who would provide the farm with an immense amount of eggs. Winifred herself was a Barred Rock , she hadn't laid the eggs but instead the farmer seized the opprotunity when she went broody, and bought some fertilized hatching eggs.
The commotion continued, with "awws" and "so cutes" and "aren't they darlings." Then Winifred's friend Lottie noticed the chick peeking out and remarked, " Hey now, what about that one?"
"Maybe she's not ready. " replied Winifred in her loving voice.
"Now she can't be that shy." said Danice.
" Come on, " clucked Annebelle, " show her the world. Come on now, Winifred."
Winifred sighed, " Very well then, come out dear."
The chick slowly inched out, a little smile on her face. But the others were horrified, she could hear the gasps of her mother's friends and didn't understand that her appearance was the cause. For others can be cruel if you're born a Turken Naked Neck.
