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“Er, well… A little while ago, maybe three seasons… I had a secret admirer, who later became my boyfriend. And the first thing he gave me was an egg that hatched into Admirer,” Popuri said sadly, remembering those memories. It seemed like so long ago.

“Hehe, yeah, he can be kinda… different. He’s pretty stubborn since I spoil him all the time,” Popuri said happily.

“Oh.” Cliff nodded. That was a nice thing. “Do you, er, see him a lot?”

Cliff remembered when he had had a girlfriend- heck, half of it seemed like it was a dream, and not what had actually happened- and then she’d kind of disappeared off the planet- busy with the shop, he supposed. He wasn’t about to count the OTHER one as a girlfriend…

“I uh, used to do the same with Cain,” Cliff admitted with a small smile. Well, there was only so much you could spoil a hawk chick but Cliff had done it- it had made hunting training harder but you wouldn’t find another bird so attached to his handler as Cain. Or wouldn’t have found.

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“Yeah. That might be a good place to check. Water, flowers, bugs… Okay. Come on,” Popuri said confidently as she started off towards the Pond, going a bit slower as to not go too fast for Cliff. She was still trying to act brave.

“Hey, thank you. For helping me look for Admirer. It’s really sweet of you. You didn’t have to stay with me, but you did. Thank you,” Popuri said as the two of them walked together.

“Yeah.” If he were a chicken he’d go home because he was, well, chicken, but apparently this was a pretty bold specimen of poultry.

“Hmm? Oh- n-no, that’s okay,” Cliff said, shaking his head. “I don’t mind- Admirer? That’s a.. unique name for a chicken.” He caught himself before he said ‘weird.’ After all, he had a sister who had among her flock a Zazu, Omlette, Egg, and Tamago. “I uh, know he’s different because of his color but- is there another reason you’re so worried about him?”

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1 week ago
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Popuri gulped loudly. There was a know in her stomach and she couldn’t get anything down her throat, not even air. She felt like she was suffocating. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. “I have to look tough. And be tough,” Popuri thought to herself.

“Okay. Let’s get going,” Popuri said confidently. She started to walk down the path. Well, it was more like a strut. She was trying too hard to look tough. Hopefully Cliff wouldn’t notice.

Popuri stepped into the forest clearing. Leaves swirled around on the green, verdant forest floor. Chipmunks chattered and scurried happily. But there was no sign of Admirer.

“Are you okay?” Cliff asked quietly- but Popuri was already striding forward- he could tell she was trying to be brave. He’d seen his little sister do the same. Heck, he often put on airs himself- he could understand her worry.

“Ah… maybe he went off near the Goddess Pond?” He offered, hoping they would in fact find it there- if he had gone to the Mountain path then they would likely never find him.

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3 weeks ago
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Popuri noticed Cliff picking up his pace. Why was that ? Did he want to leave her quickly? Was she being annoying? Or… was Admirer in danger? Could an animal get to him? Chickens weren’t that good at self-defense…

“Cliff… what… what lives out there in the forest? Is… is Admirer in any real danger?” She asked, concern in her voice. A lot of concern. She was terrified for her chicken. “I… haven’t seen any dangerous animals there before. But, I hardly go to the forest. Have you seen any?”

Cliff didn’t reply for a moment, trying to think of a suitable way to answer Popuri’s question. There were a lot of animals out here in this forest… foxes, coyotes, the occasional wolf pack (though that was mostly in autumn when they wandered over from Forget Me Not). Once he had seen a bear but it had since moved on, he supposed.

Still, this place wasn’t very safe for a lone chicken…

“I have,” He answered finally, “And… it’s better I don’t worry you with what I’ve seen. We should just get him quickly and go.”

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3 weeks ago
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“O-okay. Thank you,” Popuri said as she wiped away her tears. She grabbed Cliff’s hand and got up off the cold, hard ground. She was so grateful to have Cliff there. She didn’t know what she’d so if she didn’t have him there to support her. He was so sweet.

“I… think… we…

“Mmmmm… no… only plain chickens…” Popuri said as she squinted her eyes and peered around the farm. They had everything here… chickens, cows, sheep, crops, a horse… if they didn’t have it here, it didn’t exist. This was one of Popuri’s favorite places.

“I… oh look!” Popuri cried. She pointed to the field that held all the crops. It was freshly watered, so it was still very muddy. Faintly, there were tiny chicken tracks in the mud. They led to the other side of the farm.

“He must be in the forest!” Popuri yelled triumphantly. “We haven’t lost him just yet!”

This farm was impressive. Much nicer than his sister’s… though he would never tell her that. Chickens were nice and all but you needed more to be a true farmer… he supposed she was a rancher really, a chicken rancher. Like Popuri, he supposed. But with one cow.

“Let’s follow it,” He said, starting towards the forest. He didn’t say anything, but he did pick up his pace, worried that something might get to the chicken before they did. Having stayed in these woods plenty of times, he was well aware of the dangers.

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“O-okay. Thank you,” Popuri said as she wiped away her tears. She grabbed Cliff’s hand and got up off the cold, hard ground. She was so grateful to have Cliff there. She didn’t know what she’d so if she didn’t have him there to support her. He was so sweet.

“I… think… we should try towards the farm first,” Popuri said, pondering for a moment. “He might’ve wanted to be with the other chickens. And if someone finds him in town, they’ll bring him back to my place.”

Popuri started off down the path, gesturing for Cliff to follow her.

That made sense. If it did go towards town, most likely it would end up at the winery, pecking at the low hanging grapes. Manna would surely find it and return it- there was nothing else really enticing to a chicken to make it wander much further- could birds even eat grapes?

Cliff shook himself from his thoughts and followed Popuri down the path into the farm. He remembered cutting through here a few times- the place was beautiful in the early morning dawn, all misty and dewy. Now, it was more like midday, and everything was bright and colorful- including the large array of animals miling about the fields. Chickens and cows and sheep… where to begin?

“Do you see him?”

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“Oh, poo,” Popuri said,…

Popuri, completely unaware of Cliff’s embarrassment, continued to pull him down the street roughly. Suddenly, she stopped at the T in the road that led to Pete’s farm and the north side of town.

“He’s… gone. My chicken… Mark’s special chicken… is gone,” Popuri said, slowly falling to the ground. She buried her head in her hands and the tears spilled over and dripped to the ground. “I’ll never find him…”

She looked up at Cliff, eyes wet and face red. “I’m sorry for dragging you out here like this. You can leave if you want,” she said sadly.

Cliff tried to push aside his extreme second hand embarrassment and comfort her. That’s what you did when girls cried… right? His sister rarely cried and his past flings had… not so much either. If he and Elli had lasted long enough maybe he would have known how to comfort her. Karina just slept; there wasn’t much emotional range to that.

“H-hey, maybe he ran to the farm? Or into the town? C-cheer up, it isn’t the end of the world,” Cliff exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll help you look.”

He extended his hand to her, smiling in what he hoped was a comforting matter. “Come on. I’m sure he’s probably just waiting. Which path do you want to go?”

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“Oh, poo,” Popuri said, clearly defeated. She was really looking forward to going on a hawk-finding adventure. Maybe some day. Maybe some day…

“So, you said you had to hunt for food? That reminds me of my friend Shadow! He used to do the same thing. You two are pretty similar. I bet you’d get along,” she said, thinking of Shadow and Cliff hunting together. Shadow might eat the hawk, though. But he had good control.

Suddenly, Popuri perked up. She looked upset, panicked even. “Oh no! I forgot to close the gate on the chicken pen!” she said.

“Shadow…?” Cliff echoed quietly. Was that- a cat or something? He’d never heard of a person named shadow. But suddenly Popuri was up and upset about something. The chicken pen- oh, right, that would be an issue, since the farm itself didn’t have a gate.

“Do you need help?” Cliff asked, rising to his feet.

“Uh… yes. A lot,” Popuri said, looking out the window, clearly shaken. She ran out the door, shouting. The farmyard was in mass hysteria. Chicken ran around everywhere, fluttering and clucking, feathers flew everywhere as the fought and pecked.

“Hey! Break it up!” Popuri shouted as she tried to break up a fight. The chicken flicked angrily and jumped at Popuri, feathers flying and wings fluttering.

“Cliff! Help!” she screamed under a large pile of chickens and feathers.

Cliff followed her, not sure of what he could do- offering help without being able to help was a stupid thing to do. He hadn’t ever seen chickens so agitated before, it was beyond bizarre to him. He tried to ward of the chickens, using his hawker’s glove to block angry talons and beaks.

And then Popuri went under, and Cliff froze. What was he supposed to do? Were they eating her? Chickens were monsters. How did anyone deal with having so many??

He swallowed. No, he had to save her- from the evil chickens. And then maybe later purify them with holy water. Clearly, they were posessed

He took a deep breath and leapt into the fray, sending chickens flying in his wake. They didn’t know what to make of a strange man barging into their fight. He coughed as the feathers flew around, making it hard to breath.

“Popuri… are you… okay? He choked out, trying to see the flash of pink in the sea of white and brown.

Popuri burst through the pile of chickens as they scattered to other parts of the farmyard. She wheezed and coughed up a few feathers. She quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue, Cliff,” Popuri said thankfully. “Alright. We need to round up all the chickens before they escape the barnyard. Hmm… I have one idea.”

The short pinkette ran into the house, emerging a moment later, holding a large bag of chicken feed. She struggled under the large weight.

“Alright. Here’s the plan. Just pour all the feed in the pen. Once they’re all there eating, we’ll lock them in,” she explained. “Got it?”

“Got it.” Cliff quickly took the bag of feed from her, before she fell over. It was surprisingly heavy, and he had a new-found respect for the pink haired farmer. She was deceptively strong.

He walked over to the pen and opened the bag out into it. Suddenly, the loud racket of the chickens stopped, and one by one they started to rush the pen, hopping in and going crazy over the feed.

“Are they all in?” Cliff asked, looking over his shoulder at Popuri. He was afraid of what they’d do when he ran out of feed….

“I… Oh no!” Popuri shouted. “My silkie chicken is getting away! We have to get it!”

Popuri ran over to Cliff and quickly slammed the gate to make sure the chickens didn’t escape again. That would just be a nightmare.

Popuri tugged on Cliff’s arm. She started running in the direction of the small, black, clucking ball of feathers. The moment it spotted the excited pinkette, it shot off down the road, chirping. “Come on! We have to get him!” Popuri shouted to Cliff.

He was honestly just a little lost and confused. There was just so much going on- the chickens escaping and then now this. To be honest, his brain shut off a little just from the sheer absurdity of it all.

But then Popuri was dragging him down the street and Cliff snapped out of his stupor- noting that people were starting to appear out of their homes to stare at them. He felt his ears burning and, yanking his arm free of Popuri’s, shot down the road after the chicken.

The sooner they caught the chicken, the sooner things could go back to normal and the sooner he could pretend this hadn’t happened (although he knew he’d seen Gray peeking out of the Blacksmith’s and knew he would never let him live it down).

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“Oh, poo,” Popuri said, clearly defeated. She was really looking forward to going on a hawk-finding adventure. Maybe some day. Maybe some day…

“So, you said you had to hunt for food? That reminds me of my friend Shadow! He used to do the same thing. You two are pretty similar. I bet you’d get along,” she said, thinking of Shadow and Cliff hunting together. Shadow might eat the hawk, though. But he had good control.

Suddenly, Popuri perked up. She looked upset, panicked even. “Oh no! I forgot to close the gate on the chicken pen!” she said.

“Shadow…?” Cliff echoed quietly. Was that- a cat or something? He’d never heard of a person named shadow. But suddenly Popuri was up and upset about something. The chicken pen- oh, right, that would be an issue, since the farm itself didn’t have a gate.

“Do you need help?” Cliff asked, rising to his feet.

“Uh… yes. A lot,” Popuri said, looking out the window, clearly shaken. She ran out the door, shouting. The farmyard was in mass hysteria. Chicken ran around everywhere, fluttering and clucking, feathers flew everywhere as the fought and pecked.

“Hey! Break it up!” Popuri shouted as she tried to break up a fight. The chicken flicked angrily and jumped at Popuri, feathers flying and wings fluttering.

“Cliff! Help!” she screamed under a large pile of chickens and feathers.

Cliff followed her, not sure of what he could do- offering help without being able to help was a stupid thing to do. He hadn’t ever seen chickens so agitated before, it was beyond bizarre to him. He tried to ward of the chickens, using his hawker’s glove to block angry talons and beaks.

And then Popuri went under, and Cliff froze. What was he supposed to do? Were they eating her? Chickens were monsters. How did anyone deal with having so many??

He swallowed. No, he had to save her- from the evil chickens. And then maybe later purify them with holy water. Clearly, they were posessed

He took a deep breath and leapt into the fray, sending chickens flying in his wake. They didn’t know what to make of a strange man barging into their fight. He coughed as the feathers flew around, making it hard to breath.

“Popuri… are you… okay? He choked out, trying to see the flash of pink in the sea of white and brown.

Popuri burst through the pile of chickens as they scattered to other parts of the farmyard. She wheezed and coughed up a few feathers. She quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off.

“Thanks for coming to my rescue, Cliff,” Popuri said thankfully. “Alright. We need to round up all the chickens before they escape the barnyard. Hmm… I have one idea.”

The short pinkette ran into the house, emerging a moment later, holding a large bag of chicken feed. She struggled under the large weight.

“Alright. Here’s the plan. Just pour all the feed in the pen. Once they’re all there eating, we’ll lock them in,” she explained. “Got it?”

“Got it.” Cliff quickly took the bag of feed from her, before she fell over. It was surprisingly heavy, and he had a new-found respect for the pink haired farmer. She was deceptively strong.

He walked over to the pen and opened the bag out into it. Suddenly, the loud racket of the chickens stopped, and one by one they started to rush the pen, hopping in and going crazy over the feed.

“Are they all in?” Cliff asked, looking over his shoulder at Popuri. He was afraid of what they’d do when he ran out of feed….

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“Oh, poo,” Popuri said, clearly defeated. She was really looking forward to going on a hawk-finding adventure. Maybe some day. Maybe some day…

“So, you said you had to hunt for food? That reminds me of my friend Shadow! He used to do the same thing. You two are pretty similar. I bet you’d get along,” she said, thinking of Shadow and Cliff hunting together. Shadow might eat the hawk, though. But he had good control.

Suddenly, Popuri perked up. She looked upset, panicked even. “Oh no! I forgot to close the gate on the chicken pen!” she said.

“Shadow…?” Cliff echoed quietly. Was that- a cat or something? He’d never heard of a person named shadow. But suddenly Popuri was up and upset about something. The chicken pen- oh, right, that would be an issue, since the farm itself didn’t have a gate.

“Do you need help?” Cliff asked, rising to his feet.

“Uh… yes. A lot,” Popuri said, looking out the window, clearly shaken. She ran out the door, shouting. The farmyard was in mass hysteria. Chicken ran around everywhere, fluttering and clucking, feathers flew everywhere as the fought and pecked.

“Hey! Break it up!” Popuri shouted as she tried to break up a fight. The chicken flicked angrily and jumped at Popuri, feathers flying and wings fluttering.

“Cliff! Help!” she screamed under a large pile of chickens and feathers.

Cliff followed her, not sure of what he could do- offering help without being able to help was a stupid thing to do. He hadn’t ever seen chickens so agitated before, it was beyond bizarre to him. He tried to ward of the chickens, using his hawker’s glove to block angry talons and beaks.

And then Popuri went under, and Cliff froze. What was he supposed to do? Were they eating her? Chickens were monsters. How did anyone deal with having so many??

He swallowed. No, he had to save her- from the evil chickens. And then maybe later purify them with holy water. Clearly, they were posessed

He took a deep breath and leapt into the fray, sending chickens flying in his wake. They didn’t know what to make of a strange man barging into their fight. He coughed as the feathers flew around, making it hard to breath.

“Popuri… are you… okay? He choked out, trying to see the flash of pink in the sea of white and brown.