What could possibly be going on in there??
"She’s got the bottle in her, her thingy. What do they call them again?"
Meredith clucked with annoyance. “They call them, ‘hands’, Patches. Do try to keep up.” Florence’s cluck was an echo to Meredith’s. She always copied her but just a little too late. It was awkward but it wasn’t her fault she’d been bred a bit… simple. Egg-laying didn’t require a lot of brain power.
"I think she’s going to open it!" Patches pressed his nose to the glass, trembling with anticipation.
There was a sudden ‘thoom’ from inside of the house that rattled the windows and sent the curious onlookers tumbling off of the narrow deck. Colby was the first on her feet and back at the window. “Guys! Guys it worked!”
"Praise the bucket!" Meredith clucked.
“‘ucket!” Florenced echoed after a pause.
Patches hopped back up on the windowsill and peered into the kitchen with Colby. “Where is she? I can’t see her. Are you sure it worked? I just see a cloud…” Which, if Patches hadn’t been a cat would’ve appeared an enchanting shade of lavender.
"I saw something go flapping off down the hall… wait! There she is!"
Patches stared in awe as a stately white goose waddled into the kitchen and began pecking ferociously at the ornate glass bottle that had fallen on the floor. “Bweeheehee! We got her! She’s one of us, now! There’s no WAY she’s gonna kill Stuart now! No more bacon, ever!”
But something tugged at Colby’s mind… Something the chickens had said… “Aw, bathtime! Guys! Guys! Who’s gonna feed us if we turned the mistress into a goose?”
They looked at each other in horror. “What have we done?” For once, Florence didn’t copy her; she was busy looking nervously at Colby and Patches. She may not have been bright but he knew chickens weren’t high on the food chain.
"Well," Colby sat down and scratched behind her ear. "We can go back to the fox and ask it to magic us up another master? The master was always good to us before he died."
"You’re the only one who can negotiate with the fox," Meredith said. She hadn’t been happy about that one bit because she liked being the one in charge and she didn’t exactly trust Colby to have the chickens’ best interests in mind.
Patches hopped down and started walking away, “I’m gonna go catch a mouse to eat! I don’t wanna be involved anymore with that old fox. There’s lotsa mice in the barn and us barncats’ll be okay.”
"You’ll be meowing a different tune when winter comes!" Meredith yelled after Patches. "Winter comes you’ll be wishing for table scraps and a warm place to sleep."
Patches kept his tail high in the air as he trotted off. Stupid chickens! He’d never seen no, ‘winter’ before so he wasn’t gonna let it scare him!
Colby shook her head. “Patches has a point. The barn cats have always been independent from the rest of the yard.” She was quiet for a long moment then stood up with a sigh and shook her self off. “I’m going to talk to the fox. Keep your hens close to the coops, Meredith.”
—-ummmm… so this got out of control. Ending it here! XD