Dinner Guest: Surprise Extra!

By: Jaha Canon

Disclaimer: I still do not own the Eds

Cactus Buddy: This is an odd little extra Jaha came up with while chatting with ZephyrSamba. Remember how in the story it said that Gertrude the chicken was eating out? Well, this is her dinner out.

Jaha: oh yeah… and *laughs nervously* a couple people noticed that near the end of my story I accidentally typed "Edd's mother" instead of "Rolf's mother"… sorry about that.

Cactus Buddy: Jaha was getting a little lazy at the end…

Jaha: *about to get angry then-* Yeah… you're right, Buddy. Sorry for the confusion all! So, here's my surprise extra…

Dinner Guest: Gertrude's Night Out

Gertrude's POV

I wore my best hat, of course. I have been trying to work time into my schedule to meet him for dinner for the longest time. I am pretty busy though, between my master's family not letting me eat out on a regular basis and my CFBL (Chickens for a Better Life) dinner meetings… it's hard to find time. However, tonight I can finally go through with the plans that I have been promising I would make for months now.

I used my head to nudge the window open and walked down a thin wooden ramp to my favorite human's bedroom. He sat there at a table, lit only by candlelight. With the room so dim, it almost looked cleaner than it really.

"Gertrude, you made it!" Ed exclaimed. He ran up to me and hugged me. "You should see what I made you for dinner!"

No one understands us chickens like Ed, that's for sure. When he finally released me, I sat down in my chair. You can imagine how hard it is for a chicken to sit in chair, but I got used to it from living with master's family for so long. I came with master from the old country, after all. Wilfred still has troubles now and then… but I am getting off topic.

I sit at my chair and wait for Ed to come back. He finally returns and puts a bowls in front of me, and then places one on the table for him. I look at the food, surprised, Ed knows how to pick out the best quality bird food. I am impressed. I glance up at Ed and see that he is looking eagerly at me, hoping I would like it. I tried it.

It was great. Ed smiled relieved. He began to eat his own birdseed. I have traveled almost halfway across the earth and there is not a other human like him.

"So, Ed, we are trying to fundraise for-" I began.

Ed chuckled, "cluck cluck, to you too!" he said.

Oh yes, one annoying thing about him is that I keep forgetting that even though he seems to understand chickens, and he eats birdseed… he still can't understand us. The only way we can make plans like our dinner together tonight is through my master… who, I guess, understands, but doesn't speak.

Oh well, he is in the process of learning. Ed once told me that maybe his brainy friend might teach him how to speak chicken. I don't know if that guy can speak chicken.

And keep in mind, in some countries, the chickens are dying from starvation and not getting properly educated. Please help them… send donations to:

Chickens for a Better Life

c/o Gertrude

4038 Cul-de-sac Rd

Peach Creek, Canada 483479

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