“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.