Those Crazy Chickens! Book One: Monday Chapter 1

Typical Monday Morning at Feather City

Strelitzia: "Hey! Hey, you two, wake up!"

Protea: (yawn) "Is it morning already?"

Rowena: "Aaaaaaaarrrrrgggg!!! No! Hide, hide, the Terrible Twins are coming!!"

Strelitzia: "Knock her off the roost, Pro!"

(Thud!)

Rowena: "Help, help!! Wait a moment... Er, hi, Strelitzia..."

Protea: (hopping off the roost) "Why were you yelling your head off, dear?"

Rowena: "Mind your own business, girl!"

Strelitzia: "You were dreaming about your old home. The pet shop. Weren't you, Rowena?"

Rowena: "Don't ask stupid questions!"

Protea: "Come on, let's go out to wait for breakfast."

10 minutes later.......

Protea: "Let's do something before breakfast. I'm bored!"

Strelitzia: "All right. What shall we do then?"

Rowena: "How about a week-
planner?"

Strelitzia: "Oooh! That will be so much fun! Er, wait.... What's a week planner again??"

Rowena: "It's a thing that you plan your week and weekend with... I think."

Protea: "Well, how do we make one then?"

Rowena: "Let's start by thinking what we'd like to do this week!"

Strelitzia: "Okay! I'd like to launch plan W of the Ruin The Human's Garden mission this week."

Protea: "Cool, great plan Strelitzia! I'd like to open a beauty parlor in Feather City."

Rowena: "Since I'm the princess of Feather City, I'd like to write some laws for when I become queen! (muttering) no white chickens allowed on the highest roost..."

Strelitzia: "So now we all have plans for this week, let's put the plans in the Week-Planner!"

Rowena, Protea and Strelitzia
Photo by Helen IV

Protea: "Fabulous! There, Rowena you write your stuff in blue, I'll do mine in black and Strelly can do hers in red..."

Rowena: "The humans won't know what it says, because it's in Chickenese!"

Protea: "Er, we don't even know what it says... Just so you know, Rowena."

Strelitzia: (impatient) " Who cares! Where's those good-for-nothin' humans of ours?"

Rowena: "Well, let's call them!"

Protea: (puffs out breast as if about to sing) 

All: (shrieking) "Kark poc poc poc Poc Poc KARK KARK POOOOOOOOC! KAK RRARK KARK KARK KAAAAARRRK POC!"

(Pause)

Strelitzia: (in a satisfied voice) "I expect they'll be measuring our food in their hands by now. That noise should've carried quite clearly.... It's only a matter of time now, girls..."

End of chapter one.

Dear Readers, I edited this myself, so it may have some spelling mistakes. Story and photos are also by me--

Helen IV