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Ivy has a minion!

Henry the Gallic Rooster

Ivy

The

Common Torrey
Owner: Lisa

Age: 5 years, 6 months, 1 day

Born: September 16th, 2020

Adopted: 5 years, 6 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: September 16th, 2020

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Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 11
Job: Unemployed

It's a well-known fact around Riverside that torreys love chickens - as in, they love to raid the local henhouses and eat the eggs...and sometimes the hens too. But locals are becoming wise to the thieving ways of the wild torreys unable to control their instinct to hunt. They're beefing up the security of their henhouses, using stronger chicken wire, installing security lights, and posting guard kumoses and telenines by the coops. All of this makes it very hard for a torrey to get a meal, not to mention, no one around Riverside at least, treats torreys very well when out and about in town.

Ivy's dad had been unsuccessful in his hunts for the family the past three nights. Ivy was hungry and very, very tired of living off of berries in the forest. She was also very sick of being treated like a criminal by folks in town. It wasn't her fault that her dad couldn't control his instincts to hunt. He was just hungry. They all were. One morning, stomach rumbling, Ivy began to think. They didn't have to eat the chickens themselves. Her dad usually only killed one when it wouldn't shut up as he tried to take its eggs. It was the eggs themselves that they really liked to eat. What if...what if Ivy had her own chickens? Raised them and harvested her own eggs? She couldn't believe none of the others had thought of it before. Well...they probably never tried because they were all too poor to afford a single chicken. But maybe she could change that.

The next few weeks, Ivy went around town and tried to get as many odd jobs as she could. She weeded the garden for her next door neighbor, cleaned up outside the food center, collected cans to turn in to the recycle beast, got groceries for her neighbor who couldn't leave the house...she worked all day long every day. By the end of the third week, she had collected a decent sum of money.

By the time she had finished up in the farm store, Ivy had all she needed. She had enough to buy a brand new chicken coop, feed, supplies, and everything she'd need to take care of her new hens. She bought four baby chicks as well, all different breeds. Ivy was excited. She began to read the book she'd picked up on chicken care on the way home. There was a lot to know and she wanted to make sure she did everything right. By the end of the week, everything was set up and going smoothly. The babies would grow fast and by the next month, with any luck, she would have eggs.

Ivy did get those eggs, and more in the coming months. She bought more hens with money made selling the eggs, and was able to expand the coop and buy more hens. She became something of an expert in all things chickens. Her dad was proud...and relieved he didn't have to hunt illegally any more. He'd been ashamed of it, but now, his daughter had changed everything for their family and the rest of the local torrey population. 'Chicken girl' had certainly earned her nickname!

writing and overlay by Lisa, background from FreePik with color edit by Lisa
chicken coop elements from NicePNG