Chicken lady {Penguin}

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Sleepy Fluttershy
District Mayor

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«Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm». (Winston Churchill)

Chicken lady {Penguin} Jun 29, 2017 12:58:58 GMT -5

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jun 29, 2017 12:58:58 GMT -5

Cinderella Crowfoot-Marsh

Everybody dislikes something. For some people it may be the Reaping, others feel annoyed by mice or insects. I have this secret something too. And it is not very typical.

I don’t like chicken and chickens and everything that has to do something with chickens. Growing up on a farm, I was taught to look after animals when I was rather little and I know how to treat most of them. However, when it comes to chickens, I am a total disaster. Maybe it is because they are so stupid and never listen to me. Anyway, most of the trouble in my life has something to do with chickens. I have already made a solemn promise to myself that I will not have any chickens when I grow up and if my future husband will have chickens, I will most certainly make him sell them, give them away or just get rid of them in any other possible way.

Today I had to feed the animals and clean our barn. It was not too much, so I was actually very happy when the day started. I finished doing my chores very early, so I decided to go and help my family wit something. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, but I am not a big fan of cooking, so I decided to go and check on dad and Agnes who were watching our cow and the goats.

I was leaving the backyard when I heard a frightened chicken cry. At first I thought that the chickens had started a fight, but when I realised where it came from, I understood everything. There was a chicken on the roof of our barn. I don’t know how it got there, but it definitely was too afraid to fly back down. And obviously I felt bad about leaving it there, because if it fell from the roof, it could break something. Then I would feel guilty and my parents would be sad…

“You are an idiot!”- I yelled at the chicken and started climbing the fence which was close to the roof. I thought I could jump on the roof from it, but I was wrong. I indeed got hold of the roof, but my arms were too weak, so I couldn’t pull myself up and was hanging from the edge of it, trying not to look down and get my legs back on the fence. One of my rubber boots went flying down and I heard it land in the dirt. I didn’t want to go down like that, but I knew I would have to let go soon.

“Mom, help!!!”

I was shouting at the top of my voice, but no one came out of the house. My mother probably ran out of groceries and went out to buy them. Oh no.

I yelled again, but I knew that there would be no help. I glanced down quickly and closed my eyes in terror. No, I don’t want to fall, I don’t want to fall! But my grip was weakening more and more every second.

(graphics by Kaplan)

☆GABRIELLE☆

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Chicken lady {Penguin} Jun 30, 2017 22:39:27 GMT -5

Post by Penguin on Jun 30, 2017 22:39:27 GMT -5

Kendrick Conrad:

There are very few things I like more than my collection of plants. Right now I have a total of one hundred seventeen in my room at home and I’m always looking for more to add to the collection. Unlike most gardeners that I know, I don’t like walking around on trails to look for new plants to revive. I’m a bit different. Instead, I enjoy running on rooftops. Don’t know where it came from. Don’t know how I got this way. I just started one day and haven’t stopped since.

Fortunately, I’m gifted with excellent eyesight so while I’m running on the roofs of various buildings and homes across the District I can scout out the local wildlife. That just so happens to be what I am doing in this very instance. Sprinting over the roof of a massive barn, I spot a row of houses that span a far distance. Perfect, I think to myself as I proceed to slide down the side of the rooftop into the direction.

The adrenaline is pumping, but no flowerbeds catch my eye. Lady luck isn’t treating me well right about now. As if on cue, my eyes avert downward where I just jumped over some sort of animal. Skidding to a stop, I turn around to observe a chicken squawking wildly and prancing in circles. The image takes me so much by surprise, I have to pinch myself to make sure that I’m not hallucinating. But my mind is not playing tricks at all; it’s real.

Moments later a nearby cry for help can be heard. Looking around at eye level there’s no one, as expected. That’s when I realize there are a collection of fingers latched onto the edge of the rooftop. It only gets weirder. A girl is hanging for dear life onto a shingle on the roof in terror.

Extending my hand out to her, I ask,“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle. Ya need a hand?”

Without expecting her to give me an answer, I grab her forearm to pull her up. Not being the strongest fourteen-year-old makes it a bit tough to handle, but with a bit of fight, she is on the rooftop with me. Both of us needing to catch our breath, we find ourselves both laying on top of what I presume to be her home. I notice she’s pretty, but she’s also definitely a bit older than me, meaning there’s no flirting coming out of me today.

“So, uh, what was that?” I ask in a bit of disbelief.

Sleepy Fluttershy
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Chicken lady {Penguin} Jul 2, 2017 13:22:01 GMT -5

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jul 2, 2017 13:22:01 GMT -5

A few more moments and I will collapse. Suddenly a stranger's voice comes from somewhere above my head:

“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle. Ya need a hand?”

I feel like I will fall if I even breathe, not to mention speaking, so I keep silent, frozen with fear. Fortunately, the owner of the voice probably realises that, because he doesn't wait for an answer. Someone's hands grab me and start pulling me up. In a few seconds I find myself lying on the roof beside a boy who is maybe a few years younger than myself. I can't believe I was saved. It feels so good not to be falling anywhere. My saviour seems surprised by what I was doing, and why I was hanging from the roof.

“So, uh, what was that?”

I try to shake off the aftereffect of my shock as fast as possible and reply.

"That was... Umm... A disaster. I just wanted to get that stupid bird. Those chickens always do their best to ruin my life. But you saved me! Thank you very much!"

And with these words I hug the boy, mostly just to calm myself down. Hugs always serve as the best cure for the shaken nerves. In a moment my heart settles down and stops beating frantically. I remember about the chicken and stand up. It has to be here somewhere.

"Come on, you squawking idiot, I didn't risk my life to go back down without you!"

Finally I see the bird and head towards it carefully, scared of falling down. It is the first time in my life when I am walking on the roof and the feeling this dangerous activity is giving me is pretty creepy. I grab the chicken and exclaim victoriously:

"Got you! If you ever do that again, I will... Umm... You will regret it for sure!"

I turn around and come back to the boy.

"Thanks again. I really appreciate what you did. I am Cindy, by the way. It's short from Cinderella. And what is your name?"

(graphics by Kaplan)

☆GABRIELLE☆