Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Rabbits like to stay close to cover," said Dirt, leading the squad along the long back fence of the yard. "Try to think like a rabbit," she continued. "Which way would a rabbit go?" "If I were a rabbit, I would go that way." Sugar pointed. "If I were a rabbit," said Dirt, "I wouldn't go that way because that's the way to the mall, and I would sense the vibrations of the heavy traffic." "Exactly," said Sugar, turning around. "And when I sensed those vibrations, I would turn around and go that way, behind the tomato patch, and through the hole in fence that we dug last year to reach the trampoline in the neighbor's yard." "If I were a rabbit," said Dirt, "my keen hearing would pick up on all those kids in the yard with the

trampoline, and I would determine that it might not be the best way to go." "I gotta hand it to you, kid," said Sugar. "You're a better fake rabbit than I am." "That means so much to me, Sugar," answered Dirt. "Thank you." "All right, kid," said Sugar, turning serious. "Enough blubbering." The sky grew dark, and the chickens pressed even closer to the fence for some cover from the wind.

"What are we going to do when we find the rabbit?" asked Sweetie. "Throw the pillowcase over his head and drag him back to safety. That rabbit has no business in the wild," answered Sugar. "The bag part sounds a little... extreme," said Dirt. Hard drops of rain bounced off their heads. "We can just gently lead him back to the yard." "Do rabbits actually live in the wild?" asked Sweetie.

"Of course," replied Dirt. The chickens raised the tarp up over their heads for cover from the storm. "How do they protect themselves without marshmallows and mustaches?" asked Sweetie. "Excellent question," said Sugar. "Mostly they run," answered Dirt. "They are also are very good at hiding and staying perfectly still." "Speaking of still, doesn't the yard seem kind of quiet?" asked Sweetie. "Yeah, where is everybody?" asked Poppy. "I don't hear any birds or see any squirrels...." "Good observation, Poppy," said Dirt. "Lots of animals have the instinct to take cover and lay low when they sense bad weather or danger." "Maybe we should... do that too?" suggested Poppy. He looked up at the dark sky. "Chickens don't run from danger, kid," said Sugar, rain dripping from the corners of her wet mustache. A deep boom of thunder opened up the sky and shook the fence. Lightning cracked right on its heels,

and the rain came down so hard, it knocked the chickens to the ground. "What should we do?" asked Sweetie, her eyes wide. "RUN!!!!" yelled Sugar.

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