Chapter 2

The chicken was still there. It was perched on the bench on one side of the porch, looking at him accusingly.

“I am notletting you back into the house,” he told it severely. “I don’t care how cold it is. You’re basically wearing a duvet and anyway, you took a dump on my kitchen floor.”

The chicken somehow radiated hurt.

He was clearly going bonkers. Chickens did not experience deep emotional rejection. He was probably projecting.