Newt, Minerva, & Wilford all sat around the coffee table, drinking coffee.

"This is a good cup, Newt." Minerva said. "Better than anything I ever made." Newt smiled at Minerva.

"Thanks, Minerva." Newt said. "It's a recipe I thought up back when I was living with my ex-master."

"Wow, you're a gifted dog, Newt." Wilford replied. He sipped his coffee, & out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Minerva's answering machine had a message on it.

"Hey, Minerva." Wilford replied. "You got a message on your answering machine." Minerva looked over to her machine, she looked at it & smiled.

"Thanks, Wilford." She said. She walked over to it & answered it.

"Hey, Minerva." Said a nerdy voice on the other end. "This is Foul Mouth. Listen, dad gum Shirley is outta town, so I was wondering if you could..." Before the message could continue on, Minerva completely erased it, & shuddered.

"Uuuuuugh." Minerva shuddered "Poultry." Both canines looked at her, confused.

"What's wrong with poultry?" Newt asked.

"Yeah, what?" Wilford responded. Minerva sagged her shoulders.

"I was never able to talk about it." Minerva said. "But I suppose it may help to lessen the pain." She walked over to the boys & sat down in between them. "When I was 6, my mom took me to my Aunt's farm." Flashback to a car driving to a farm. A 6 year old Minerva Mink comes out. She was wearing a pink & green dress & had her hair in pigtails. She bounded out of the car & ran up to a plump female mink who's outfit just screamed "farmer's wife". The little girl Minerva leapt up & grabbed the adult mink in a hug.

"Auntie Maggie!" She shouted. The adult mink hugged her back.

"There's my favourite niece?" Minerva's Aunt Maggie said. The little Minerva looked up at her aunt.

"Aunt Maggie, I'm your only niece." She replied. Her Aunt Maggie pinched her cheek.

"That's why you're my favourite niece." She said.

"Hm, sounds like you liked you're aunt, Minerva." Newt said, ending the flashback there. Minerva looked at him.

"Well, yeah." Minerva responded. "I did."

"Then where did the whole fowl-hating part originate from, Minerva?" Wilford asked. Minerva clutched her arms.

"Well..." She began. She begun another flashback. "That particular visit, Aunt Maggie asked me to feed the chickens." We see young Minerva walking into the chicken coop with a huge bag of chicken feed.

"Here you go, chickies." The young Minerva said, in a voice that sounded like Amy Rose. She opened the bag, & in an instant, she was completely covered in poultry. "AAHH! HELP ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The young Minerva shrieked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Minerva shrieked as the flashback ended. She started breathing heavily, shaking a little bit. "& I have been afraid of chickens ever since." She was still shaking, & noticed both boys looking at her, concerned. She then looked over at Newt. & then leaned onto the dog, still shaking. Newt's faced became flushed. He shifted his body so Minerva's head was resting on his shoulder & she was snuggled up into his chest & belly. He then put an arm around Minerva to comfort her. Minerva then let her arms loose & wrapped them around Newt, hugging him tightly. Newt patted Minerva Mink on the back, comfortingly.

"Well, those days are behind you now, Minerva." Newt said.

"I know." She replied. "It's just so hard to forget what happened so many years back." Minerva still shivered as Newt did his best to comfort the mink. Wilford stared at this & smiled.

"Wow." He thought. "Minerva must really like Newt to let him touch her. I hope those 2 are happy together, course they will be." Wilford continued to watch as Newt comforted Minerva, all of them unaware of who heard them. Sheela was listening in with her highly sensitrive dog ears to Minerva's little admittance. She then smiled evilly.

"So, that mendacious mink is afraid of poultry." She said to herself. "This is the perfect opportunity for me to capture her & take her to my master." She said. She then ran off with an idea forming in her doggy mind.