Ginger had almost lost hope they could finally escape from Tweedy's Farm; she had spent years trying and failing to escape, just as her mother had. Ginger could barely remember her mother. She remembered the older hen telling her the dangers of the farm, even as she grew up and experienced them for herself.

But now she had hope they could do it; as if in answer to their prayers, Rocky had flown over the farm. Okay, so he'd crashed, but his arrival was something they could have done with, it was so inspiring.

"We're all going to fly over that fence, and Mr Rhodes is going to show us how!" Ginger turned expectantly towards the rooster hopefully, "Right?"

"That's... w- wait, what?" Rocky was surprised. "Did you say... fly?"

Ginger nodded, trying to stop herself from worrying about his suddenly nervous manner. "You could teach us!"

To Ginger's surprise, Rocky began backing away to the door, " ...No I can't. Listen, shh. You hear that? That's the open road calling my name and I was born to answer that call. Bye."

Ginger frowned, and she rushed after him, ignoring Babs's insane comment, "He must have very good hearing."

She caught up with him outside, and she saw he was heading for the exit. Ginger was confused, why wasn't he flying out? "Oh-kay, okay, where's the exit...er, this way."

"Mr Rhodes? Um... perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly?" Ginger began with gritted teeth as she hurried after him, keeping her questions at bay for the moment, just so he could see what was going on, "We lay eggs, day in and day out; and when we can't lay anymore... they kill us," she finished, and her mind flashed to the last minutes of Edwina, her mother, and all of the other hens she had seen killed over the years simply because the Tweedy's didn't care about life.

To Ginger's horror, Rocky flippantly waved his wing, "It's a cruel world, doll-face. Might as well get used to it."

Getting over her shock quickly, Ginger raced around the arrogant rooster, "Which part of 'they kill us' do you not understand? Don't you care? Or have you never seen a farm like this?"

"Hey, I got my own set of problems to worry about. Besides this bird-cage can't be that hard to bust out of. In fact, watch me," he said as if he was being dared.

Ginger sighed, knowing it would be easy for Rocky on his own to get out. "I-It's not so hard to get one chicken out of here, or even two. But this is about all of us."

That stopped Rocky. "...All of you?" He turned around to look at her, shock written all over his face.

Ginger sighed in exasperation, "That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here at the SAME TIME?!" Rocky finished with an odd howl that made her worry about his mental health.

"Of course."

Rocky shook his head, "You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that, that's suicide!"

"How did you fly in here, anyway? And why aren't you flying out right now? I mean, if you could do it before, why not do it again?" Ginger finally lost her patience.

"Trade secret," Rocky shuffled.

Ginger was starting to really not like this rooster. His arrogance was bad enough, but the fact he wasn't even willing to help made her dislike him more. What could be so big that it was immediately called a trade secret? "Where there's a will, there's a way."

Rocky's flippancy returned, "Couldn't agree more, and I will be leaving that way," and with that, he turned and walked towards the fence.

"But, Mr Rhodes, please-," Ginger called and hurried after him, prepared to throw herself on the rooster to make him see some degree of sense.

But Rocky carried on, singing to himself. "Ohh, I'm the type of guy... that likes to roam around... I'm never in one place…," A rumbling from the road just outside the barn signified something very big was coming, and pretty soon headlights appeared.

Ginger frowned curiously, it was rare for visitors to come to the farm this late. But once her eyes adjusted to the glare she saw a brightly coloured van.

Rocky gasped and raced by her, and curious, Ginger walked towards the fence, just as the driver's door opened and a fat man wearing a red jacket and slicked black hair and a moustache got out, but what attracted her attention the most was the word stamped on the side of the truck.

Ginger couldn't help it, she almost laughed and turned to Rocky. "So that's it, you're from the circus!"

Rocky's flippant attitude had faded, "Shhh!"

But Ginger was on a roll as she realised what was happening, and why Rocky was even here, and why he was so keen to hide and run away. "You're on the run, aren't you?" She asked as she walked towards him, before Rocky raced over and grabbed her and pulled her behind the hut, and out of sight.

"You wanna keep it down?!" Rocky hissed at her. "I'm trying to lay low here!"

"I should turn you in right now," she said to him, an idea entering her mind of how to twist this to their advantage. She wasn't going to let him go, not when he could help them; they had come too far, and suffered too much, and if this arrogant fool thought for one instant he was in any position to leave, he could think again.

"You wouldn't... would you?" Rocky turned to her slowly, no longer should.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't."

"Because I'm... cute?" He finished lamely, with hope in his eyes.

Ginger gave him an unimpressed look and opened her beak, "BRAAWWWK!"

Startled Rocky clamped a hand over her beak. "Hey, hey, hey- what kind of crazy chick are you?! Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?!"

"It's a cruel world," Ginger said using the same smug, flippant tone he'd used before as she turned around. If he didn't care about the plight of chickens forced to lay eggs all the time until they died from natural causes or by having their heads chopped off, why should she care about his problems?

"I just decided, I don't like you."

Ginger sneered back, wondering why he thought they should care. If it was because he believed he should be loved, and worshipped by all, she was going to smack him. Hard. "I just decided, I don't care. Now show us how to fly."

"With this wing?"

"Teach us then!" Ginger was relentless as she gave him both barrels.

"No!"

"BRAAWWWK!"

"Stop that!" Rocky snapped, letting go of her beak. "Now you listen here sister, I'm not going back to that life. I'm a lone free ranger. Emphasis on 'free'."

Ginger did not care about this lone free ranger rubbish. "And that's what we want, freedom! You are not alone, Rocky. I have wanted us out of here for years, I saw my mother die in this filthy farm, now you are going to help us, and if you don't I will raise the alarm!" By the end of her rant, she was almost screaming in his face, she only just controlled herself.

She could not believe what she was hearing; she wondered what Rocky had gone through at the circus that would make him want to even run away in the first place, but if it was bad enough to make him fly away, then you would expect him to want to help others like himself unless he was truly selfish.

Rocky wasn't hearing her, he was looking around the corner. Ginger looked over his shoulder, seeing the Tweedy's and the circus man coming into the farm.

"Fancy that," Ginger said mockingly. "They're coming this way."

"Oh- Oh no! Oh no, they're onto me!" Rocky was shaking in panic.

Privately Ginger felt that the circus-man was only checking out every single farm near the circus, but she wasn't going to say that. This was her blackmail.

"Teach us to fly and we'll hide you," she told him.

"And if I don't?"

Ginger opened her beak again, stunned by how stupid he was. "BRAAWW-." Rocky again shut her up by clamping her beak shut.

"Was your father by any chance, a VULTURE?!" Rocky hissed, frustrated that his plans to escape from this filthy farm had been foiled.

"Do we have a deal?" Ginger challenged him, holding out her wing for him to take. Rocky chanced a glance around the corner, and Ginger could imagine what he was seeing; one of the human prison guards coming into the farm, or all of them. He didn't have a choice.

Rocky glanced at her, and he nodded and held out his own wing. Ginger grinned triumphantly and yanked him off his feet. "Woah-!"

As they ran to a different hut, Ginger caught a glimpse of the Tweedy's shining torches about the farm. They both leaned against one of the walls. "Time to make good on that deal, doll-," Rocky began.

"The name, is Ginger," Ginger bashed on the side of the wall, and Rocky barely had time to gasp before they were yanked inside.

"WAGH!"