Sterling woke up to the sound of a chick. He knew it was a chick. He had grown up on the farm, where a new egg seemed to hatch every season. He sat up and reached for Maple's backpack, which was where their phone was. He felt something sharp instead. He yelped, which woke up his sister. He pulled the backpack closer to see what was inside. What he saw was white eggshells and a blue chick, sitting on folded dresses. Maple looked in too and immediately fell in love.
"Eeeeeee! It's SO CUTE!"
"But… how did it get there?"
"We need to name it. Is it a boy or girl?"
"I'm not sure you can figure that out without talking to a professional."
"Then I'll call it something non-binary! Like… Peep?"
"Eh, sure. Anyways, we can't keep it. It'll get bigger, and it won't fit in your backpack."
"Mom's coops are still standing. And empty."
Right, thought Sterling. The animals probably got sold while they were gone. The kids took the backpack and went out to the part of the farm Mom used to call Chicken's Corner. She had 3 Deluxe coops and two Deluxe barns lined up a good distance away from the house. They walked inside a coop with a red roof and white siding and plonked the chick on the floor.
"This is your home now, Peep." Maple patted the chick. Sterling went out, but Maple noticed the door meant for the chickens. She opened it and crawled through. Peep followed and began to munch on grass outside.
"I never understood why you love making things difficult. Anyways, it's time to plant some seeds. Do you mind running back to the house and getting the tools and seeds?" Maple evidently didn't mind, as she scurried off immediately. She came back dragging the box. "Okay. First, we'll till the soil with the hoe, then we'll plant the seeds, then we water them."
"But what about the sprinklers?"
"Oh right, yeah. That's one step taken care of."
The kids walked back to the area in front of the house and used the iridium hoe to till the soil so they could plant their seeds. It was hard work. Then they got out their seeds. That was easy. The parsnips, jazz, and strawberries were snug in their dirt plots, and their job was done.
"The sprinklers will water them, and the apples- what did Abigail call them? Junimos? -will harvest them for us." Maple was sitting in the shade of the porch, getting out some chips to snack on.
"So, what do we do now?" Sterling reached for a handful.
"How about we go into town and see how everyone's doing?"
"Sure. Let's go!"
