Plan B

The boys came over this morning, and when the time came to take our walk

it had started to rain, so we went to the barn to feed the animals instead.

We fed the goats first because they were the loudest.

Next, we took care of the little chickens and rabbits. When it was time to feed the other chickens, the boys were a little hesitant.

They said they were afraid of the big chicken

who isn’t a chicken, and couldn’t pass for one if he tried. Then Denton spied the little white silkie, who was sitting on her nest and being very, very still.

He said, “Aww, look at the little chicken, she’s…, she’s… dead.”