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into the chicken coop She had felt bad It seemed to her that all the

chickens were looking at her like they knew she’d eaten their sister

last night There was judgment in those little black chicken eyes If

she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have run out because those

beaks looked dangerous But her stomach had warred with her fear of

being pecked, and hunger won

She had gathered five eggs when she heard a low sound She had

looked across the yard and seen Ciana cow He still had to be

told her nah to

follow her around and do the odd chore He hadn’t tried to get back

into bed Meg had feared she would spend the day coaxing him out

Instead, he shadowed her

Now he sat patiently, watching and drinking

Meg had tried it, and despite her fear that warross,

she found it slightly sweet