Chapter 7

Chapter 7 It's too far to the chicken coop!" yelled Dirt, struggling to see in the pouring rain. "We'll make a run for the rabbit hutch! Keep one wing on the fence —it will guide us to the other side of the yard! STAY CLOSE!" "The water is rising!" yelled Poppy, holding his wings up in the air to keep them dry. "Help!" A gust of wind lifted him off his feet and blew him ten feet back. Dirt, Sugar, and Sweetie ran back to him, fighting their way through the torrential rain. "Keep your wings down!!" Sugar yelled over the storm. "Otherwise, we'll blow all over the yard!"

"We need to tie ourselves together!" yelled Dirt. The wind blew her feathers straight back from her face. "With what?" asked Poppy. Dirt looked around frantically. "Our mustaches!" "Good thinking!" yelled Sugar. The chickens ripped the mustaches off one at a time. "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!"

Then they tied themselves together and trudged through the rain and the mud, fighting through the wind every step of the way. A giant puddle at the bottom of the rabbit-hutch ramp blocked their way. "Can we go through it?" yelled Sugar. Dirt tossed a rock into the puddle and watched it disappear beneath the surface. "Too deep!" "Head count!" yelled Dirt. "One!" The water rose up over their ankles. "I'm one!" yelled Sugar. "I'm always one! Start over!" The water rose up to the tips of their wings. "You can't always be one, Sugar! Head count starts with whoever who calls the head count! That's a rule of the wild!" "Do chickens float?" yelled Poppy. The water was up to their necks. "I think wild chickens can float!" said Sweetie. "Are we wild chickens?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" yelled Sugar. "We were born and raised in a heated box! We are not wild chickens!!" "Head count!" Dirt and Sugar yelled at the same time. "ONE!!" Dirt and Sugar called at the same time. "I AM A WILD CHICKEN!" yelled Poppy. He dove into the water and floated on his back, a marshmallow under each wing, kicking his legs as fast as he could.

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"Head count!" he called. "ONE!" His mustache pulled Sweetie in right behind him. "TWO!" yelled Sweetie. "THREE!" yelled Sugar, following Sweetie. "FOUR!" yelled Dirt, following Sugar. Exhausted, Poppy crawled up the ramp, pulling on his mustache rope. One by one, the chickens pulled one another out of the water and then dragged one another to the top, diving into the rabbit hutch for cover. A blast of wind blew the door shut behind them. "I had no idea we could float!" said Sweetie.