Pecky Greenleg: Chapter 7 #dailychicken

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Jake eyed Gilbert warily as he stepped into the office and shut the door.

"You can hear Pecky?"

"Yes," said Gilbert.

Jake was surprised. Could everyone hear Pecky? Could his mom?

Gilbert gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Let me explain."

Jake carefully set the backpack on the floor before sitting down.

You might as well take me out of here.

Jake looked at Gilbert, still a little afraid he might try to hurt or steal Pecky.

Oh go on. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have already.

"I don't want to hurt either of you," said Gilbert. "It's why I placed Pecky with you in the first place."

Jake unzipped the backpack and Pecky hopped out with a ruffle of feathers and a quiet squawk.

Now that we are all here, why don't you start your tale.

"You are not a normal chicken, and you're not the only one of your kind."

My kind?

"His kind?" Jake asked.

Gilbert nodded.

Well then, you'd better start at the beginning.

“Right,” said Gilbert. “A few weeks ago, we found a box of chicks in the lobby. No one knew where it came from. It just appeared on the front desk one day. When we opened the box, we found 25 gray chicks with green legs. We’d never seen a breed like it before.”

“What do you mean it “just appeared” one day?” Jake asked.

“Exactly what I said, our secretary came into work and the box was on her desk with a note attached to the top.”

Gilbert reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a small wooden box, unlocked it and pulled a piece of paper out.

“We kept it, hoping that one day we would figure out what it meant.”

Jake cleared his throat and read the note out loud. “’These chicks are special and need your protection. Please take care of them and never let them leave the hatchery. Danger awaits them outside your doors.’”

“But, the note says to never let them leave here,” said Jake, looking at Pecky.

“I’m getting to that. For the first few days nothing unusual happened. We were all trying to figure out where the chicks came from and what kind they were. Then the accidents started.”

Accidents?

“At first, we thought they were just that. Accidents. But then we realized that they were only happening to the gray chicks. We questioned everyone, trying to understand why.” Gilbert paused, hesitating.

And?

“They all claimed they didn’t know and two of the newer people left before we could question them.”

“They left?” asked Jake.

“Yep. We tried to track them down but no one knew where they'd gone."

But, if you can understand me, why didn’t you just talk to the other chicks?

“Because,” said Gilbert. “I only found out I could understand you when I got to the post office. I heard you say 'Stop freaking out, you're stepping on my feet!' I'd already switched the boxes out once. I couldn't very well do it a second time without raising suspicion.”

Why didn’t you just ask the others when you got back to the hatchery?

“Because," said Gilbert. "You were the only one left."

Chapter 8

*Originally posted on A Pinch of Homestead

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