Authors note, this is actually based kinda on a true story. Kinda. When I was little my brother and I tried to sneak a chicken in the house inside a milk crate. Out sister noticed and made us bring it back outside. So the chicken part is true.

Later……

For the past hour the baby had cried. It cried and cried and cried. It woke everyone in the house up.

First Sanderson sat in the rocking chair and tried to rock Daniel back to sleep.

No luck.

Then he changed a clean diaper, heated up a bottle.

The baby wasn't hungry.

He then walked around the bedroom bouncing the baby, which didn't work.

Sanderson then heard voices and a odd noise out in the hall.

With the screaming baby on his shoulder he opened the bedroom door and flipped the hall light on. Catching the three kids in the hall with a box. Inside the box came unmistakable noises.

All three kids froze.

Each in their pajamas.

Alexandria was first to speak up, "Hi Dad. What'cha doin?"

Sanderson put Daniel on his hip, then asked, "Why is there a chicken in that box? And why are you four out of bed?"

"What chicken?" Robin asked.

Sanderson looked to her, "The one in the box. Go put it out in the garage."

"But Harry will freeze to death!" Rachael screamed. Letting go of her end of the box, which caused the bottom to give way and the chicken to fall out and on the floor. Then run down the hall on two scaly legs.

"Run Harry!" Rachael screeched, which caused Daniel to scream even louder.

Alexandria and Robin ran after the big white chicken.

Sanderson pointed at Rachael, "The Chicken is not staying"

She stuck her tongue out and yelled, "His name is Harry! Chickens have dreams of a better future! Maybe Harry doesn't want to be someone's dinner!"

Biting off his anger.

Reminding himself Rachael was a little girl, Hoot's little girl, Diana's little girl.

Sanderson told her, "Well then Harry better get his feathered ass out of my house!"

Rachael again stuck her tongue out, then froze, hearing the garage door open. Sanderson pointed again at her, "You hear that! That's your mother! You better get that chicken out of the house!"

When Rachael ran down the hall after Harry, Sanderson headed the other way, towards the front of the house. While Daniel screamed. Sanderson placed a kiss upon the baby's head, "It's ok little man. You're mommy's home. In a few minutes you get to fondle her breasts, you lucky little toothless wonder child."

Daniel screamed, buried his face against Sanderson's side.

The house was a simple one-story house with a dozen or so rooms. Each kid had his or her own room. Diana and Sanderson had their own room. There was a kitchen, living room, garage, dining room, laundry room, and a bathroom.

The garage was not connected by door to the house.

So Sanderson walked to the front door as something glass broke within the house, and a chicken made a screeching noise.

Sanderson ignored the noise, he opened the front door just as Jordan came barreling up the walk.

"Whoa! Son! Chill out, I am not driving you to the E.R. again!"

Jordan came to a stop, his face bruised darkly, painfully. Jordan looked up at his father, pink doughnut icing on his face, his eye glittered. "I got to watch Diana put a catheter in!"

Sanderson made a face and looked to Diana as Jordan ran past.

Half awake, a box of doughnuts in her hand, she held up a hand, "I didn't see him until it was already halfway in, so shut it."

Sanderson took the box of doughnuts, her backpack and handed her her child. Who quieted down after a few moments. Daniel rubbed his face against her chest, clung to her.

Sanderson opened the box and kicked the door closed.

Diana kissed her son and then froze. She looked around the house, "Do I hear a chicken?"

He shook his head, mouth full of glazed doughnuts, "Harry."

"Who," she asked, looking at him.

Sanderson walked into the living room and dropped her work-pack on the living room couch. Then swallowed, "He has dreams of a better life."

While the baby slid his hand in her shirt, she collapsed on the couch. Just as a large white chicken ran through the living room. In front of her and Sanderson and out the other door.

Diana looked up to Sanderson, "Harry?"

He fell down beside her and nodded, "Yes."

Diana plopped her feet up on the coffee table as the four kids ran past them, they stopped. Diana cocked her head, "Why is Harry here?"

The four exchanged looks.

While Sanderson ate his doughnut Robin asked, "You know his name?"

"I'm psychic."

The kids shared a look, then Rachael cried, "Mommy I found him on the road by the front of the base. He fell off a chicken truck and if a chicken falls off then they kill it! Harry doesn't wanna die!"

Too tired to argue, Diana told her, "Catch it before it craps all over the place and stick it in the garage." She pointed to Jordan, "YOU! You have a concussion, sit your ass down and watch TV."

With a stomp of his foot Jordan went to the recliner and sat down. Sanderson patted her thigh and sat up, "I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for work."

Diana rolled her head to the side, "Take a shower for me to while you're in there."