Chapter 4: Despair

Ginger sat with Rocky in their hutt, tears leaking out of her eyes.

"We always took her for granted. Now she's left," Ginger said.

"Baby-doll, she probably hasn't left, maybe she just needs some time to cool off," Rocky assured her.

"But Rocky, what if when she does come back, she's not the same Mac?" Ginger asked. "What if she's different, or hurt?" She started desperately crying. "What if I've lost my lovely friend forever? W-whose gonna…"

Rocky held her close and Ginger sobbed into Rocky's stomach.

Meanwhile, Bunty and Babs had organised a search party to find the chicks. Bunty directed some chickens to search the west side of Chikin Park, and Babs, frantically knitting, told another group to go the other way. ("It's fest isn't it? Yes. Go fest!")

Ginger and Rocky were asleep later that night, but Rocky woke up after hearing something in his hutt. He got up and looked around. He couldn't see anything. But someone has scribbled something on a piece of refill and slipped it under the door.

W3'VE GUT YOR PRESHIZ CHIX MEET ME BI THE RIVA IN 1 HOUR

Rocky raced off. He had no idea how long ago the small piece of refill was put under the door so he had to set off immediately. While running, Rocky bumped start into a chicken who sent him flying backwards. It was Bunty.

"Buntsbabe, what're you doing out here at this time of night?" Rocky asked her.

"The search party…we split up accidentally. I got lost…" Rocky saw her tears glowing in the night.

"Go north…it isn't far. I've got to go somewhere," Rocky said. And before Bunty could argue he sped off again.

Rocky got to the river and fell over in exhausation. He got some river water and splashed it onto his face, sighing with relief. Alert again, he stood up and looked around.

"Hello?" Rocky called out. "Don't play games with me, I don't wanna go chook-fu on you man…"

A twig snapped. Someone stepped out from the shadows. Rocky's eyes went wide and he was speechless. Standing there, emotionless and looking rather threatening, was Mac.