Disclaimer; Don't own Chicken Run etc. I also don't own some of
Rocky/Ginger's life story.
*I think it gets more interesting...*
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It was night. All was finally at ease. Home was set up within a day and now the chickens could go on with their lives. At the moment, they were all celebrating their freedom. There was a big party and they were all having a lot of fun. They had even managed to create a small fire. It had only been a few hours, but Ginger's memories of the farm were already slipping away.
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Rocky moved through the crowd, looking for her. "Hey Ginge!", he said when he finally found her, "Come here!"
She smiled and walked over to him, "Is everything OK?", she asked suspiciously.
Rocky wondered why she thought anything could be wrong, "Of course, everything's fine!, But come on, I got somethin' to show ya!"
They walked to a very peaceful and secluded spot somewhere on the island.
"Wow, it's beautiful.", Ginger said under her breath.
"I knew that you would like this place", Rocky put his hand on her shoulder.
He had leaded her to probably the best place on their island. There was a stream with a small waterfall. Colorful plants everywhere and an opening in the trees to look at the stars. And so they lay on their backs, really close, playing 'Find the shape in the stars'. Rocky had to admit that it was fun, although, he wasn't used to being so *romantic*. Somehow, they had started a conversation about their lives, and what it was like for them growing up.
"..Well my parents are dead", Ginger said softly, "They got killed. I sure loved them, though. I cant remember them arguing even once. I was separated from my Family when I was really young. Taken to that farm. And for some reason, the chickens there decided that I would make a good leader."
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"Yes, 8 of them", Ginger answered, "I really couldn't stand some of them."
"Really? I had 3 sisters. I got along with them just fine", Rocky said with a little smile. Then he mumbled, "Of course, I usually kept to myself. My mother was the greatest. She really cared about me." He finished.
"Well, what about your father?"
He shuttered. Damn! He would have to talk about his Dad.
"I hate my father", Rocky said, trying to sound casual about it, "He got along with my sisters, I guess. But it was a different story for me and my mom" he sighed, "He hated me, never could figure out why. He argued with my mom a lot, hit her a few times too...well anyway, one day, he just left.", Rocky cringed thinking of the past. Ginger couldn't believe he'd been through that.
Rocky added one more thing, "I would never be like that with our kids, though."
Ginger smiled and looked at him, "Kids?"
Rocky gulped, realizing he had said that out loud. But at least she kissed him for it..
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*OK, to be continued! Go ahead and Review.*
*I think it gets more interesting...*
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It was night. All was finally at ease. Home was set up within a day and now the chickens could go on with their lives. At the moment, they were all celebrating their freedom. There was a big party and they were all having a lot of fun. They had even managed to create a small fire. It had only been a few hours, but Ginger's memories of the farm were already slipping away.
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Rocky moved through the crowd, looking for her. "Hey Ginge!", he said when he finally found her, "Come here!"
She smiled and walked over to him, "Is everything OK?", she asked suspiciously.
Rocky wondered why she thought anything could be wrong, "Of course, everything's fine!, But come on, I got somethin' to show ya!"
They walked to a very peaceful and secluded spot somewhere on the island.
"Wow, it's beautiful.", Ginger said under her breath.
"I knew that you would like this place", Rocky put his hand on her shoulder.
He had leaded her to probably the best place on their island. There was a stream with a small waterfall. Colorful plants everywhere and an opening in the trees to look at the stars. And so they lay on their backs, really close, playing 'Find the shape in the stars'. Rocky had to admit that it was fun, although, he wasn't used to being so *romantic*. Somehow, they had started a conversation about their lives, and what it was like for them growing up.
"..Well my parents are dead", Ginger said softly, "They got killed. I sure loved them, though. I cant remember them arguing even once. I was separated from my Family when I was really young. Taken to that farm. And for some reason, the chickens there decided that I would make a good leader."
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"Yes, 8 of them", Ginger answered, "I really couldn't stand some of them."
"Really? I had 3 sisters. I got along with them just fine", Rocky said with a little smile. Then he mumbled, "Of course, I usually kept to myself. My mother was the greatest. She really cared about me." He finished.
"Well, what about your father?"
He shuttered. Damn! He would have to talk about his Dad.
"I hate my father", Rocky said, trying to sound casual about it, "He got along with my sisters, I guess. But it was a different story for me and my mom" he sighed, "He hated me, never could figure out why. He argued with my mom a lot, hit her a few times too...well anyway, one day, he just left.", Rocky cringed thinking of the past. Ginger couldn't believe he'd been through that.
Rocky added one more thing, "I would never be like that with our kids, though."
Ginger smiled and looked at him, "Kids?"
Rocky gulped, realizing he had said that out loud. But at least she kissed him for it..
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*OK, to be continued! Go ahead and Review.*