Henrietta, the wise old hen, surveys the yard from atop a bale of hay. Nearby, Peppy, a sprightly young rooster, chases after a particularly juicy worm. In the far corner, Mabel, shy and soft-feathered, waits for the crowd to thin before joining in. The clamor of feathers and beaks sets the day in motion.
Ruby[/@ch_4] and Dot, peck at each other, both determined to claim the best spot for themselves. Feathers fly, and the din draws the attention of the others.]
Henrietta strides over, her presence commanding respect. "Enough! We all need water. If we fight, none of us will get what we need," she declares, her voice calm but firm. Mabel watches from the sidelines, her eyes wide with concern.
Peppy[/@ch_2] hops onto a nearby fence post, wings fluttering for attention. The morning sun catches the golden sheen of his feathers as he addresses the flock.]
"What if we take turns at the trough? Or maybe we can find another spot to drink together," he suggests, his tone hopeful. The chickens murmur among themselves, considering this new idea. Ruby and Dot exchange glances, their rivalry softening as they realize the wisdom in Peppy's words.
Mabel joins in, her initial hesitation forgotten as she works side by side with the others. "I never thought we could fix things ourselves," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Henrietta gives her a reassuring nod, proud of the young hen's courage.
"Thank you, everyone. This is much better," says Ruby, her tone sincere. Dot nods in agreement, and even Peppy looks a little taller with pride. The chickens bask in the warmth of the sun and their newfound camaraderie.
Henrietta looks over her friends with a contented sigh. "Today, we learned that sharing and working together makes us all stronger," she murmurs. The flock tucks in close, their hearts full and their squabbles forgotten as stars begin to twinkle overhead.
