Superhero, Flower, heard about the terrible abuse of hens and chicklets in a farm not too far from The Coop. No one is allowed to leave The Coop without the knowledge of the hens and roosters. Flower felt that their permission was unnecessary, however, so she rolled in the dirt until she was completely covered in dust. She had already painted her wagon gray, and once she was was ready, she turned toward Rene. Flower was humming with energy, Rene was trembling with terror. She smiled at Rene, chirped a word of love and rubbed his beak with hers. Rene made his choice. He fell to the ground and began to roll around. He rubbed his spoon with dirt and stood before Flower. She chirped happily and, taking hold of of her wagon’s handle, made her way toward the front gate.
Getting out of The Coop wasn’t easy. The hens are always around and they see everything. Eventually, with great stealth, Flower and Rene made their way to the neighboring farm. They snuck into the barn, where the chickens were being held, and stopped dead in their tracks. They were overcome with horror, neither one of them could move. The hens were caged and smashed together, broken and hopeless. Their beaks cut off, their feathers filthy and missing. There was no noise, just the smell of misery and death. Eggs were laying in troths, waiting to be stolen by humans.
Flower began to pant, rage, something she had never known, seemed to overtake her. She moved quickly, Rene by her side. They released the hens, gathered the eggs and ran for it. Many of the hens were too sick to move. They helped them the best they could and hid the them under plants and bushes, by the side of the road. They took those who could walk, back to The Coop.
All of the lights were blazing and everyone was running around searching for the them. The hens were sick with fear, but when they saw Flower and Rene pulling their wagon and helping the sick and wounded hens, they sprang into action and ran to help their new guests. Rene spoke to the Roosters and told them where to find the sick and well hidden hens. The Roosters left immediately, several hens went along, taking medical supplies with them.
Everyone was up all night. The hens bathed the newcomers and dressed their wounds. The eggs were taken to the nursery. The rescued hens were wrapped in warm blankets and huddled together, afraid to be separated from their cage mates. Several hens went to the kitchen and began baking cornbread and making oatmeal. The tortured hens were fed and given anything and everything they needed.
Flower and Rene had been told to wait in the art room. Flower stated painting FREE THE HENS and SAVE THE CHICKLETS on the wall in red paint. Rene sat quietly, holding his spoon.
“Flower,” he chirped softly. “I love you.”
“I know silly,” she peeped. “I love you as well. I love you because you are brave.”
Rene looked down. He knew he wasn’t brave but he thought that maybe he could be. Not as brave as Flower, but brave in his own way. He bit his spoon and started kicking his feet. He knew that Flower meant what she said. He thought for another few minutes then got up and walked toward Flower.
“Thank you,” he chirped.
“For what?” she asked, adding yellow to her graffiti.
“For everything,” chirped Rene, putting down his spoon. “You really are a superhero Flower.”
Flower put down her paintbrush and rubbed beaks with Rene “We’re all superheroes, Rene, it just takes some of us longer to realize it.”