Welcome to my next offering on “Six Sentence Sunday”. It’s from the first chapter of my almost-published YA paranormal YA novel, Monkey’s Wedding.
Pookie, Elizabeth’s pet bantam chicken, appeared from behind an overturned wheelbarrow a few yards away, pecking at the ground. Elizabeth grinned, like she always did at the sight of the funny looking little chicken. Some kind of runt, Pookie had never grown all her feathers, except for those on her legs, which looked like miniature flared brown skirts. Pookie stopped, mid-peck, and then with her eyes trained on the sweet pea seeds, she shot toward the flowerbed like a shuttlecock whacked across a badminton net.
“No!” Elizabeth cried, shoveling mud over the seeds. She jammed the chicken wire over the bed just in time.
Some kind of runt, indeed. Pookie is clearly a creature to be reckoned with.
Poor baby meets an untidy end later on. Sadly.
She sounds like a chicken to be reckoned with. By the way, your link on SSS did not work for me.
Thanks for the visit, Sue Ann. Will have to check that out. Thanks!
… she shot toward the flowerbed like a shuttlecock whacked across a badminton net.
What a great visual!
Thanks!