Chapter 2: The Chicks Goes Missing!
The sun rose early in the morning in Chikin Park, and Rocky and Ginger were still sitting atop the hill, staring into the distance.
"Oh, Rocky," Ginger said.
"Oh, Ginger," said Rocky.
"Oh, Rocky. I am so glad-"
Ginger was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream coming from Chikin Park.
"Oh my God, Rocky, did you hear that?" Ginger asked, nervously.
"It was hard not to hear, doll-face," Rocky replied. "Let's motor!"
They ran down the hill and came to a disgraced Babs sitting on her porch.
"Babs! What's wrong?" a concerned Ginger asked.
"It's-it's-" Babs couldn't finish. She let out another wail.
Suddenly a dazed Bunty came from her house. She had tears running down her face.
"Bunty-"
They then heard another cry as Mac came out of her house!
"What is it?" Rocky asked, comforting them. "What are all you hens crying about?"
"It's-it's" Babs just couldn't finish. Rocky handed her a tissue.
"Come on, we need to know so we can help," Ginger said.
"I don't know about those two, but my 8 little ones have disappeared!" Bunty said, sobbing.
"Stabs is gone, too!" Babs wailed.
"And my little one, Aimee, she's nowhere in sight," a stunned Mac said.
Everyone stared at each other. Rocky and Ginger exchanged glances.
"THE CHICKS ARE MISSING!" Everyone cried together.
Suddenly, an annoyed Fowler came out of his hut.
"Order in the ranks, what what!" he shouted. "What is all this crying, you have to let an officer sleep, why, back in my day, crying was a sin-"
Ginger screamed, "SHUT UP!"
Everyone stopped.
"How many times has that happened now?" Rocky asked.
Ginger glared at him.
"Look, everyone, clearly all the chicks have been taken from you by someone or something. And we are going to find out what it is that has taken it. There is no point screaming, crying and wailing, that will get you nowhere. I say tomorrow we have a meeting to sort this out!" Babs, Mac, Bunty and other emerging crying mothers shook their heads and exchanged glances.
"Ginger, I am NOT waiting for my 8 babies to be killed! I am going to find them!" Babs said.
"Look, if we have all of Chikin Park helping you out then you will find them sooner! There is no point going out individually and getting yourselves killed, and getting your chicks killed in the process!" Ginger exclaimed.
"I am afraid I will have to agree! A jolly good ol' plan will capture the rat red-handed!" Fowler said.
"So, Town Meeting tomorrow night - in Chikin Hall!" Rocky called out.
By Michael Carruthers ©
