Benigno and Flower, a story about a Rooster who has to take care of his egg on his own. NO, this is not a true tale. I made it up :) read chapter 5 in the notes and credits MORE TO COME LATER! :3 You can find the other chapters on my profile :) Please notify me of any typos! Thank you! :D
Chapter 5 Becky insists we move from this spot. She says flocks like to move. But I insist we stay. Eggs do not move very well, and my egg likes it here best. Besides, I want it to hatch here. The flowers are blooming and I found the prettiest flower, which bloomed RIGHT NEXT TO the egg. It is a tiny yellow flower, the perfect size to fit in the chick’s beak if they wanted to hold it. It’s perfect. I have no idea when the egg will hatch, but I DO know it’s plenty warm. And I know I adore it and will take care of it no matter what. Becky’s chick is mischievous and sometimes ventures far from my nest and she has to herd it back over. My egg is very happy in its little nest and I can’t wait for it to hatch. … It is the nest morning. It is still dark, but the sun is slowly peeking out from its sleeping place behind the mountains. Becky and I have to be EXTRA careful at this time of day. Since Peep can’t fly up to the treetops yet, Becky has to watch over him and make sure he doesn’t get eaten by the many nocturnal animals that would love to have him, my egg, or even us, the full-grown chickens, as dinner. I’m sitting on my egg, keeping my eyes on the dark bushes a little up ahead. Whenever the wind so much as tickles their branches I jolt up off my egg and fluff up with warning. But there isn’t anything there, so I sit back down. The bush rustles. It’s probably just the wind, but I fluff up a warning, anyway, But, no, it is not the wind! This time, a sinister raccoon peeks its head out from the bush! Becky squawks the distress signal and dashes behind our pine tree with Peep on her heels. I don’t want to leave my egg in the cold, but I have to in order to protect it. I stand up and get my spur at the ready. The raccoon lunges forward, its claws swiping at the air. But I am quick. I flap up above him and plunge my spur into his fur. The raccoon makes a frantic move to grab my egg, but I slap his face with his wings, distracting him. Becky is too scared to try to protect my precious egg, so I will have to myself. “SHOO!” I squawk. “GET AWAY FROM MY EGG!” The raccoon realizes it had gone to too much trouble for a snack, so it retreats into the forest. I turn around and plop back down into my egg. Becky breathes out a sigh of relief. “That’s how my other chicks died.” She murmurs. “Raccoons got their eggs. Only Peep survived.” I nearly forgot! Usually, hens have at least more than one egg! Poor Becky. Peep let out a pitiful peep. He seemed very scared. Becky fluffed up her feathers and encouraged him to snuggled beneath them for warmth. Peep thankfully took cover under his mother’s wings. I hope something like this doesn’t happen again, that was too close. My egg might not have made it.
