Flower’s leg is healing nicely. In fact, the hen in charge said she may be able to get her cast off early. Flower knows that Rene loves frozen waffles so she and Henry are bring one to him. This is actually the third one because Flower ate the first one and Henry at the second one, so, they are both hoping that the third one is a charm.
Flower has a damaged leg and Rene has a badly sprained wing. Both chicklets were seen by the medical hens, who patched them up and gave them each a huge slice of corn cake. The other chicklets have begun to sign Flower’s cast. Henry, the rescued piglet, stays close to Flower, whenever he can. Flower and Rene don’t mind. Henry is very intelligent and plans to write a book exposing Factory Farming, from a piglets point of view.
Flower and Rene are still a bit dusty but they are both happy and ready to help out with the new arrivals. The Roosters and hens made another raid on the Factory Farm and brought more animals to The Coop, where they can be safe.
Flower and Rene decided to move into one of the guest houses together, so they can work on the plans for their next rescue. Henry is going to stay with them for a while. Henry is so happy that Flower and Rene are taking him in, he can’t stop grunting and squealing. He will have a lovely soft bed of his own blanket, clean water and food. He is still afraid but he is excited as well. This is the first time he has ever been free.
The chicklets listened politely and then Flower raised her wing.
“Yes?” said Sage.
“Shouldn’t we be more worried about the hens and chicklets who are being tortured? I love them, don’t you? I’m worried about them, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I do love them and I am worried about them,” said Sage quickly. “But you’re chicklets. The hens and roosters have to do those kinds of dangerous and difficult things.”
“But no one was doing those kinds of dangerous and difficult things,” said Flower flatly. “How long should they have to wait to be rescued? I want the suffering to stop.”
“We all do,” sighed Sage miserably.
“Well,” said Flower, “Rene and I are stopping it.”
“You are too young,” said Sage wearily, “You’re just wee chicklets.”
“It doesn’t matter who saves them,” said Rene boldly. “Someone has to do it and Flower is right, we can’t let chickens and chicklets live in fear, while they are being tortured and killed, their eggs stolen. We are going back for the pigs and piglets, as well.”
“Humans have no heart,” said Flower sadly. “They don’t know how to love. They believe that we are nothing, that we have no feelings, suffer no pain. Humans don’t care, even about each other. That’s why we have to save the others.”
“We are going for the pigs tonight,” said Rene, matter-of-factly. “It’s the right thing to do. After that, we will go to the next place and the place after that. We won’t stop until all of the animals are free.”
Flower turned toward Rene. She rubbed her beak lightly against his and whispered, “Rene, you are the bravest chicklet in the entire world.”
“I’m not, Flower. You are,” he said knowingly.
“You’re wrong,” she said, leaning against him. “I was born a superhero. You, my sweet Rene, had to find your superhero and bring him to life and that takes true courage.”
“We will save all of them,” said Rene confidently. “We will go back as many times as we must, but we will save the pigs and piglets and the bunnies, lambs and goats as well. We will save the horses and cows too.”
“We will, Rene,” said Flower. “I love you.”
“I know that, silly,” said Rene. “I love you, as well. I love you because you are brave.” Rene looked down at his shoes for a moment and then added, “Your beautiful too, Flower. Inside and out.”
“I’ll talk to the others,” said Sage softly, as she walked toward the door. “You won’t have to go alone.”
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.”
The chicklets are very upset by what happened in Paris. They wanted the humans to know that they hope artists will not stop creating. I explained that things like this just make people stronger….more cartoons and artwork will continue to come from all over the world. They were happy to hear that, and while they cannot understand humans, and the way they kill everything, they are happy to know that artists will not be silenced.
Skippy wants to be this year’s Santa. He has been wearing his Santa outfit, well part of it anyway, for an entire week. His little sister Joy is hoping to be his elf assistant, if he is chosen. Since few are trying out for the position of Santa, there is a very good chance that Skippy’s dream will come true.
Holly’s sister made her a warm cloak for winter. The fuzzy part was added around the hood and down the front because Clara, one of the lambs who was helping with the lining, said that it had to be done. So Clara got some material and used a grater on it, roughing it up until it looked like a proper fuzzy. Holly loves her coat and the fact that Holly and Clara put so much effort into making it for her.