Now the Chicken Coop was a lovely home, and the chickens went wherever they wanted to go and did whatever they wanted to do, but Buffy thought it a little boring doing the same thing every day. Every day
One day, Buffy was joining the group of chickens for a day of scrounging, when she thought she would simply slip away and take a walk in the woods.
“No one will notice.” she thought “I will simply go out into the woods for a while. Just a ten minute, maybe fifteen minute walk, and then I will come right back.”
So, Buffy slowly slipped to the back of the flock, and when she was in the very back, she stopped and said that she had a pebble between her toes. So she pretended to try and pick it out. But, when the flock had gone behind a bush, she turned around and started to walk to the woods.
“This is lovely.” she thought. “All by myself.”
As she reached the woods, she looked back.
“I bet that I will get lots of delicious things to eat on my walk.” she said to herself.
She hummed the Chicken Dance to herself as she walked. It was a very quiet day. She could hear birds singing (She could understand the words to their songs. They were mostly about ‘This is my nest! Stay out!’ or ‘Hi there sweetie pie, I’m pretty cute aren’t I?’). She went all around scratching the dirt looking for bugs. She breathed in the fresh forest air and all the sweet smells that the wildflowers brought to her. It was a warm sunny day.
“I wonder if I will meet anyone while I’m out here.” she wondered.
After about thirty minutes, Buffy decided she would go home. Just then, she heard a noise in the bushes. Rustle- rustle! went the noise.
“Oh no!” Buffy said to herself “I hope its not a Fox!”
But it wasn’t. Instead a tiny pink nose peeped through the bushes. It was followed by a pair of black eyes, round pink ears and a very long, brown, furry, hot dog-like body with a short tail at the rear. Tiny legs, with tiny clawed paws carried this little creature, and all of his movements (and his voice too) were smooth as oil. It was a weasel.
“Hello sir.” said Buffy in a cheerful way.
“Hello my, er little friend.” he said in an smooth, but sneaky (and slightly nasally) sounding voice “What would a, er, sweet little morsel like you be doing out in the
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