Renesmee POV
Alice glared at me. "No."
"What do you mean no?" I asked in frustration, crossing my arms.
"I mean no. I'm not going to tell you how I got the chicken," Alice said.
"Uh yeah you are. I want to know how you managed to sneak that bird past me, and I want to know it now," I demanded.
"Then be prepared for disappointment," she hissed.
I rolled my eyes. "Nice Edward impression, but I still want to know how you got the chicken in here without me knowing about it."
"Well it started about two years ago," Alice began.
"I don't want to hear some long, meaningless flashback, Alice," I snarled. Why couldn't she just tell me where she got the chicken from and how she got it in the car? Was that really that hard of a question?
"It's not meaningless!" she screeched. "The story of the chicken really started two years ago!"
"Oh," I let out, slightly surprised Alice wasn't blabbering idiotically for once and was actually getting to the point. "Then continue I guess."
"Okay, it started two years ago. I had just gotten this car, and I had become totally obsessed with birds," she explained. I remembered that phase. It wasn't pretty. "Well, long story short I've been raising birds in a secret compartment in my car for two years, and that's why you haven't noticed the scent. I introduced it slowly."
I hesitated slightly from shock that was caused by Alice's large vocabulary in that explanation, but then I realized what she was saying. "YOU HAVE BIRDS LIVING IN YOU CAR!"