After
a lifetime spent with the company of her chickeny mates,
Radish-the-Resident-Chicken has found herself alone, having outlived all of them.
She misses them all the time…or most of the time…except for the times when she
remembers that she was always at the bottom of the pecking order. This position
in the chicken hierarchy made for a somewhat troubled existence, in which she
was often to be found being chastised by her feathered companions, or roaming
the 5 acres of Joyfallee in search of her friends, who developed a clever knack
of avoiding her for much of the time. Radish was blissfully unaware of this
avoidance behaviour, happy in the misconception that the sudden disappearance
of chickens while she was preoccupied catching
worms was a natural phenomenon.
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