Here's chapter 2 hopefully someone will review it soon.

Two weeks after the vet came to give out vaccines, things started to change on the Simmons's farm. Ginger and the other chicks were all 4 months old and had started to look more and more like their parents. Ginger was definitely like Sandra, not only in looks but in personality. Ginger noticed Brook and farmer Simmons placing an odd looking piece of metal on the ankle of one of the chicks. "Mum, what's going on?" Ginger asked "Brook's puttin' I.D. on…" Ginger cut her mother off. "What are I.D. bands?" she asked, "An I.D. band is how a human identifies us" said Gayle. "Don't they recognize us by the way we look and our names?" Pim asked, "Humans who don't know us or have never seen us…wouldn't recognize anyway" said Gayle. "Gayle is right, if you ever get lost and some humans find you, they'll know where and who you belong to by looking at your I.D. bands" Sandra explained. "I get it, but how come you aren't getting one?" said Ginger, "Oh, we're old…we don't need I.D. bands, unless we were taken off the property" Gayle answered. After all the chicks had been marked with I.D. bands, Simmons looked at the chicks and sighed sadly "What's wrong with Simmons?" Ginger asked "He's a little depressed" said Sandra. "About what?" Ginger answered "You'll find out soon enough" Gayle replied.

A few minutes later, pick up truck stopped in the farm's driveway, it sparked the chicken's curiosity as well the two foxhounds Kip and Skip. They saw the driver of the truck and barked at him angrily "Easy…" said farmer Simmons but the two dogs ignored him and moved closer to the driver "Heel!" Simmons yelled. The foxhounds did as they were told, and backed away from the driver, "Who do you think he is?" Ginger asked. "Obviously another farmer" said Kip "Why would he come here?" Ginger asked once more. "I don't know, but somthin' about him doesn't smell right" Kip replied, "Well whatever he wants, he ain't gonna find it here" said Skip. "I'm here about your ad" said the other farmer "Oh yes, Mr. Tweedy…they're right over here" said Simmons. He unlocked the gate and the two of them entered the yard. "They're the looking ones I've got" Simmons explained "Well that's them" he continued as he pointed to the group of partly grown chickens. "Wait a minute! What's going on!" Ginger asked Kip, "I don't know, ya better be careful hen" she said to Ginger. "I'll take the one of the left" said Mr. Tweedy "Ok, she's all yours" said Simmons. Ginger saw Mr. Tweedy reaching down to pick her up, she took off running but Simmons quickly stopped her.

He laughed, "She's a quick one" he said to Mr. Tweedy. Simmons gave Ginger a little pat on the head then he placed back on the ground before he and Mr. Tweedy left the yard. "Mum, what's going to happen to me? And why does other human want me?" Ginger asked. She had become very nervous about the whole ordeal, "I should have told you a long time ago but I was too scared" said Sandra. "Too scared of what?" Ginger replied, Sandra sniffled as she wiped a tear from her right eye. "You're being sold" she said, "Sold?" Ginger continued. It was confusing to her, "Yes, sold… bought, paid for, traded…given away, get yourself a dictionary!" said Kip. "But…why would Simmons want to give me away?" said Ginger, "Humans do that all the time, they do for a little thing they call…money" said Gayle. "What is that?" Ginger asked, being a partly grown chicken she didn't know that much about how humans lived.

"It's a material they us everyday, it comes in 3 types paper and metal and also a think called a check" Kip explained. "But humans need it, money pays off bills and other things…includin' the chicken feed you've been eatin'… it also pays for our dog food too" Skip added. "Wow, money must mean a lot to humans" said Ginger, "Probably…they work for it" said Skip. "So that's what theses I.D. bands are for, they're "for sale" tags" Ginger answered "You've got it" Kip replied. "But… I don't want to be sold, I want to stay here" said Ginger "Forget it Ginger you're a day late and a carrot shot" said Kip. Ginger had it figured out, she and the nine other chicks all had I.D. bands which indicated they were for sale. "B-But Mum I don't want to go! I really want to stay here with you" said Ginger. "Now Ginger, calm down… I left my Mum when I was your age and now you'll have to leave soon… but I'll keep an eye out for you, just incase you should happen to come back" said Sandra. "Thanks Mum" said Ginger who gave her mother a hug, several minutes later it looked like Ginger would be leaving soon. She and the others had seen Mr. Tweedy pay farmer Simmons. "Well there you are…" said Mr. Tweedy as he handed Simmons some dollar bills. "Here's her shot record… she'll need more next spring" said Simmons. "Sure thing" Mr. Tweedy replied, he wanted to leave already and farmer Simmons had been talking to him for a long time.

Simmons picked up Ginger and looked at her straight in the face. "Well, Ginger one… ready to go to your new home?" Simmons asked. Ginger chirped, even though she was a partly grown chicken she still sounded like a chick that was a few weeks old. "Now Ginger, you gotta promise me you won't escape…maybe you'll come back for a visit someday, huh?" Simmons said to her. "Maybe" said Mr. Tweedy who thought Simmons was crazy to be talking to a chicken. Although at the same time it didn't seem so crazy since Mr. Tweedy himself sometimes talked to his dogs. "Well c'mon hen, let's go" he said to Ginger. She whined and leaned on Simmons's leg, while looking at him with sad pleading eyes. "Ya poor thing" he said to her and gave Ginger one last pat on the head. Simmons sniffled his eyes started to fill up with tears, "I'm sorry girl, but you're sold now" he said to Ginger before placing her in a small wooden crate full of hay. "You be good, ok?" Simmons said to Ginger as he gave her a final rub on the head. "Well… I'll be seein' ya" said Mr. Tweedy, "Yes, Tweedy… take care now, you hear?" Simmons replied "Will do" Mr. Tweedy answered. Ginger looked out of the window of the truck she hated to leave her home and her mother. "Kip, can you come with me?" she asked "Sorry o'l girl but I can't" she said to Ginger "Please?" Ginger whispered. "I cannot, I must stay… but remember Ginger ya gots to be brave" Kip replied.

"Thank you, Kip… I'll miss you" said Ginger, "I'll miss you too, lassie" she answered. Kip also sniffled, "Buh-bye" she said to Ginger and walked away from the truck and over to Skip and farmer Simmons. Ginger began to sniffle "I love you Mum" she said quietly "I love you too, Ginge… bye" said Sandra whose eyes were filled with tears. "Bye" Ginger replied back, the truck engine started up. Ginger took one last look at the farm, Kip, Skip, Gayle, Sandra and the Simmons. Mr. Tweedy stopped the truck and waited for another to go by before pulling off. Ginger noticed a rooster about the same color as her, it was her Dad… Rusty, he managed to bend down from the wall that blocked off the property and he and Ginger rubbed beaks.

She and her Dad had hardly spent time together but still Rusty loved her and also hated to see her leave. Ginger continued to watch the Simmons and everyone else from the rear view window of the truck, until they were completely out of site. Back at the farm everyone was still sad about Ginger leaving, Kip and Skip began howling in a very sad tone. Simmons knew that Kip and Skip liked Ginger too, since he had seen them play fighting with her in the yard. "Maybe I shouldn't have sold her" said Simmons, "Ya had to, what were we going to do with her anyway?" said Brook. "I don't know but…" Simmons sighed sadly "She's Sandra's daughter and her only one at that" said Simmons. "True, but now that I think about it there seemed to be something wrong with that Mr. Tweedy" said Brook. "Maybe you're right Brook, I am cable of asking to have Ginger back" Simmons replied. "Yes you are, after all Logan… we're her real owners" said Brook, "Very true Brook…very true" he replied.

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Chapter 3 is coming soon. Please leave a review I've been working on this several time today.