Bry woke up early the next morning after a little more help from Muffy. He stumbled around the house, occasionally falling over the rug in the living room. It was about 5:00am, as he had to get up early to wash and groom the animals.
Stumbling outside, he was greeted by a grey sky and morning. Feeding the dog, Killer ran over to the dish, eating quickly before running off. Bry would have to wait until a bit later before he would wash them. Sitting on the fence, he took out a fishing rod, beginning to fish.
After about an hour of not catching anything, he sighed, pulling his line in, and put the fishing rod into his knapsack. I would take a while before all the animals were washed and groomed. By now, it was about 6:30am, the sun suddenly rising. Now would be a good time to start. It would take him a while to find the bush and tools anyway. Walking over to the shed, he walked in.
He looked at the tools lined up along the wall, sickles, watering cans, milkers, hoes, and everything, but no brush. Walking over to the Seed Maker, he looked inside. Nothing.
He looked everywhere, on the floor, behind the tools, the cabinet, the calf pen, everywhere. Bry scratched his head, and growled, kicking over a pail, which caused a chain reaction, knocking the hoe, which knocked over the sickle, which hit the watering can, and finally the milker, which landed with a thud on the floor. Bry groaned, picking up everything and setting it back on the wall, making sure the milker was okay, and was working, by getting his finger caught in it and accidently turning it on. By the time everything was back in place, it was almost 7:30am.
Angry, he walked into his house, Brian already up," Hey Dad!" Bry yelled.
Brian turned his head," Oh, hello son. Need something?"
Bry nodded," Yeah. Where is the brush?"
Brian laughed," You haven't found that thing yet? It's right over there." He said, pointing towards Muffy's dresser, with a brush on top of it, a ray of light casted over it as if it were magical.
" And why is it over there Dad?" Bry asked angrily, clenching and unclenching his fist.
" Don't know. Maybe your mother knows. Better ask he." He said, before walking out of the room.
Muffy then walked into the room, humming happily. Her face looked quite surprised when she saw Bry. " Oh, hello Bry. I didn't expect to see you for hours."
" Why was the brush in here the whole time? Bry growled, pointing to the brush on top of the oak dresser.
" Oh. I was using it to give that cute little teddy bear of yours a good brushing. It was filthy!"
" Who? Daachan?" Bry asked.
" Yes, that wonderful bear. He's adorable. But he was so dirty. I also sewed up his arm. It was starting tocome apart. How did you ever get that bear so messy?"
" I haven't played with him in years. That's strange." Bry thought outloud, walking into his room. Muffy quickly followed, placing both of her hands behind her back as she waited in the doorway, biting her lip in anticipation as she waited, watching Bry move around slowly. He then looked into one of the drawers on the bedside table, grabbing a couple purple bottles out and one white one. Bry then noticed Muffy, still standing in the doorway.
" Why are you still here? I'm not doing anything different."
" Nothing dear." Muffy answered quickly.
" Okay then." Retorted Bry, then looking towards his old toy box. He looked to the side of it, and saw that the stick he had found when he was a kid was gone. " Hey Mom, where's the stick?"
" What stick?"
" The stick I found when I was five, remember?"
" Oh, that stick. I kinda…threw it out." Muffy answered, anime tear sign appearing on the back of her head.
" Oh no! STICKIE!" he cried, running over to the window, looking out of it frantically, and trying to find the precious piece of wood.
" Oh for goodness sake Bry! It was just a stick! You never used to play with it anyway."
" But it was my stick! You should have asked!" Bry yelled, going past Muffy and out the door. Muffy sighed, shaking her head from side to side.
" I need a TUMS."
Bry set all the bottles on the fence railing, making sure none were open to see that they didn't fall over and loose all of the shampoo.
" I wonder which animal I should start with." Bry asked himself, observing all the animals. He could start with the horse first. Or maybe the cows. Or even the sheep.
Frisky, the black cat with orange eyes, would be like HELL to do, as like many cats, Frisky hated anything to do with water. He decided to do Frisky last, who was lying in the sun in the grass, basking, before being disturbed by Cinna who wanted to graze there and stepped on her tail. Screeching in pain, Cinna's eyes grew as he lifted his hoove, sending Frisky shooting up the Cherry Blossom Tree, which was in full bloom. Frisky hissed at the bull, which snorted in response. Bry decided he should start off with someone easy.
Killer, who was the sandy coloured stray they had found with long ears, ran up to Bry, barking and thumping his tail on the ground as he sat there, looking up at him with big, blue eyes. Bry laughed," I guess you're volunteering?"
Killer barked in reply, walking up to Bry's leg and nuzzling him with affection.
" Okay then." Bry smiled, getting out a large pan, which he used for the smaller animals, and putting not-too-hot water into it.
Bry placed Killer into the pan, and took a handful of dog shampoo, rubbing it into his coat after soaking. Killer gave a smile, thumping his tail in the water happily, as it felt good. Bry laughed, continuing to rub the water into his coat, and making sure to get everywhere, even on his tail and stomach, which Killer happily did by rolling onto his back, washing away the shampoo on his back. Bry laughed, rubbing the shampoo on Killer's back and then did his back again. Bry then poured water onto Killer, who barked happily, and was soon rinsed and clean. Bry lifted Killer and put him onto a towel spread out on the grass so he wouldn't get dirty while drying. Killer smiled, and rolled onto his back, feet into the air as he sun-bathed.
" Well, first one done." Bry said, pouring out the water. He then took a dog brush he had bought from the city once, and brushed Killer's coat after he was dry, making sure to get his creamy stomach and chest. Killer scampered off happily, running around and showing off his shiny coat to the cows, who looked at him in a bit of puzzlement. Bry smiled after him, and began to get ready to do the next animal, taking out the brush from the dog brush.
Bry then pushed Milky over by the water, grabbing the cow brush and dumping it into the water before working it in circles into Milky's coat. Milky gave a moo, staring at the brush as if she had never seen one before, although Bry knew that Milky had indeed seen one. Bry continued to brush Milky's coat, and soon, she was very clean indeed. He also picked out Milky's hooves, and shined them with horse hoof polish, which he thought we be fine and hopefully wouldn't kill Milky. Milky stared at herself sassily, and then walked away into the sunlight, closing her eyes and going into a daze, or sleep.
Bry then worked on Cinna, who was used to getting washed ever since he was a little calf, and was soon finished. His coat of brown hue shown like patent leather. He trotted around the pasture, grazing by the pond as he saw his reflection; he mooed, showing off to the water's edge.
Bry next brought Jeromaru over by the water, beginning to brush him as well. Jeromaru was a bit more work than the cows or Killer, because you had to do his mane and tail as well. Taking some soap flakes he had found in the kitchen cabinet, he began to soak Jeromaru's tail, while waiting for it to dry out, he began to wash Jeromaru's mane. He then began the body, moving the brush in deep circles with a wet brush to remove the dirt. As soon as the tail and mane were dry, he began to use the dandy brush to brush them out, removing the tangles with his fingers. He then got all the hair out of the dandy brush, brushing Jeromaru's body all over again. He then polished Jeromaru's hooves, and with a wet sponge, he sponged Jeromaru's dial. Finishing off, he rubbed him down with a towel. Jeromaru looked brilliant, as he looked to himself happily, trotting around, his hooves not hurt as Bry had picked out the stones from them.
Bry then began Star, the star cow, and Cocoa, the Brown cow, Cinna and Milky's daughter, although I will not go into great detail with that. They soon shone in the sunlight, their eyes bright and full of happiness as they galloped around the pasture in sheer happiness of actually getting washed.
Bry looked around, wondering where Fluffy, the sheep, had gotten too. Bry then spotted Fluffy, hiding behind Jeromaru. Bry ran after Fluffy, who gave a frightened 'Baa!' and ran off, Bry chasing after her. Bry finally caught her, picking her up and placing her into the water. Fluffy only had half of her wool, because they had clipped it only a few days ago. Bry poured shampoo into Fluffy's wool, and began to wash it. He then washed her off, and began to polish her off with the brush. Fluffy gave a gasp at seeing herself, and bounded away, jumping with joy.
It was now time to do the chickens; the ducks were not needed to be done, as they were actually clean. Bry looked at the expressionless faces of the chickens, just sitting there. He picked up Cluck and Clucky, and just dropped them into the pond. They sqwauked with protest, floating in the water. Not much was needed to clean a chicken. Cluck and Clucky then began to preen themselves and each other, before staring out at awe at something in the tall grass.
" What are you two looking at?" he asked, looking in their direction. He then saw a figure of black, blood red eyes focused on him. It gave a low growl. Bry stared at it, backing away. It then walked out, and revealed itself; it was a damn chicken. A black one. A stray. Bry laughed, realizing he had been frightened by a chicken.
The black chicken cocked his head to one side, puffing out his chest at the boy laughing. He scratched the floor with his claw, in a bull motion as if he were to charge, and lowered his head. The other chickens watched in amazement of this black chicken challenging the human. He then crowed, and sent off charging, heading right towards Bry.
Bry stared with wide eyes, and gave a yelp, sprinting off and jumping the fence. But the black chicken didn't stop. All he did was run and give a leaping jump, clearing the fence like a bird, because he actually was a bird. Bry stopped, thinking he had lost the evil bird with unlikely powers, and turned around. The chicken gained speed, and didn't bother to slow down as it changed direction and turned to Bry, still running.
Bry screamed in a girlish way, and made a dash to the house. He barely got inside and closed the door, before he heard a loud smack against the floor. He then wiped his forehead in relief.
Brian looked to Bry, as he was in the living room at the time. " Hello Bry. Finished yet?"
Bry nodded, breathing heavily," Yeah, I'm almost finished. Except for one thing."
Brian then looked at Bry's condition, and gave a laugh," Were you the one who screamed?" he asked.
Bry tilted his head to one side," Yeah. Why?"
Brian then burst out into laughing," I thought that was Muffy and had gotten her hair stuck in the milker again!"
Bry glared," You'd scream too if there was a chicken that was chasing you out there!" he protested.
Brian then stopped laughing, gasping for breath from laughter," So, did you tell Cluck he was fat again or what?"
Bry crossed his arms," No! It was this new chicken, a black one. Did you order us a new chicken?"
Brian thought for a moment," No. Wonder how a chicken could've gotten out here. Why was this chicken scarier than any other?"
Bry answered," Because this one has amazing speed and jumped the pasture fence without a thought! It jumped like a horse!"
Brian laughed," Wow, really? You ought to keep him as a pet. Maybe he'll be a good guard dog. He can probably stay up longer than old Killer. We've had him for a while."
Bry retorted," If I could ever tame him. Maybe we should keep him." Bry then looked to the window, to see that the black chicken was jumping up and down, his full body appearing, and then falling back to earth again. Bry stared, and gulped. Brian looked in his direction.
" Is that him?" he asked, pointing to the chicken that kept jumping up and down, trying to break the window.
Bry nodded, finally turning to his father, his eyes still as round as oranges.
Brian laughed," Well, he's a good looking chicken. Let's keep him!" Brian said.
Bry replied," Well, okay Dad. I guess we could. I tamed Killer." Bry then walked outside, and his father could only hear a scream and a thud.
Bry then got up when he had regained consciousness, badly bruised, as the chicken watched from the top of the fence, eyeing him carefully. Bry growled, and then looked to the Cherry Blossom Tree. Frisky was still up in the tree, meowing helplessly as she couldn't get down. Cinna was busy ramming the tree, mooing as he did as if mocking the cat. Bry ran over, stopped Cinna, and climbed the tree, retrieved Frisky, and climbed down.
Frisky gave a meow, looking to Bry as he held her in his arms. Bry stroked Frisky, as he placed her on the other side of the fence. Bry then picked up Frisky, and slowly put her into the empty pan, thinking of another way to clean Frisky.
Frisky gave a meow, and began to groom herself, not aware of what was to happen. Bry grabbed a bucket, full of soapy water, and slowly made his way to Frisky, holding it over the unaware cat. Quickly, he poured the water out with a splash, as Frisky jumped as the water splashed on her, only to land back into the water. Bry quickly grabbed some cat shampoo, and threw it at Frisky, not really caring where it hit as long as it hit the cat. Frisky screeched, pawing at her eye, which obviously indicated that Bry had no aim and had hit her eye. Bry jumped, and quickly rubbed Frisky down with the shampoo that was there, and quickly grabbed another bucket of water, throwing at her again. This one made complete contact. Frisky screeched, as Bry jumped to grab her to dry her off, but was a bit too late. Frisky jumped out of the pan, making Bry land face first into the water that was in the pan. The pan flipped, soaking Bry.
" Damn it!" Bry cursed, watching as Frisky jumped, not aware that the black chicken was on the fence, and this resulted in a fight.
Frisky scratched at the chicken, but he easily dodged, pecking at Frisky's tail and making contact. Frisky yelped, and threw a paw at the chicken that had harmed her. The chicken dodged with ease, and pecked this time at her paw. While Frisky was dazed with making sure her paw was okay, the chicken crowed, and ran from the cat still on the post. The chicken crowed once again, and flapped his wings, taking to the air. The chicken then swooped at Frisky, and clamped onto her back with his claws, flapping harder, he lifted Frisky into the air. Frisky screeched, trying to scratch the bird, but it was no use. The chicken then flew around in the air, and dropped Frisky from a high height. Frisky yelped with a scream that only a cat could do, and fell straight through the roof of the barn. The chicken smirked, and returned to earth, landing on the fence and went back to preening.
Bry stared, speechless, and ran to go see if Frisky was okay. Frisky stood there, wide eyed and bushy tailed, and gave a meow out of being frightened. Bry picked Frisky up, who was completely dried from her little flight, and figured that Frisky would groom herself, and put her next to the food bowl. She quickly ate the food left there, and creeped into the dog house where Killer was asleep. Killer protested, but Frisky meowed, and rather reluctantly, Killer scooted over, Frisky laying down beside him as if for protection from the evil chicken.
Bry then walked over to the chicken, who only gave a smirk and glanced at Bry," You know, that wasn't very nice. But I have to hand it to you; you got Frisky to have a bath, and dried her off. What should I name you?" he asked the black bird.
Suddenly, a piece of paper blew into Bry's hands, and printed in black letters was the name of 'Veloci'. Bry watched with wide eyes, and then looked to the bird, who gave a nod with his head. Bry gulped," Okay, so your name is Veloci."