Previous: The Yard
Mélanie froze. Oh, dear wasn’t the sort of phrase that normally led to angry owners, but there had been that one...
That had been a long time ago. And that was not Jasper. “Oh dear, sir?” she breathed, as quietly as she could and still hope to be heard.
“Be careful, Mélanie, but come around to the side of me, if you wish. Just be ready to duck.... ha.”
Those were not particularly calming instructions, but Mélanie did as she was told, of course, slipping to one side of Jasper to look at the chicken pen. Hutch? No, the little building to the right was the hutch. But she didn’t know what the pen was called.
Whatever its name, the pen was one of the tidiest parts of the whole yard - nice, big, several roosting places, a mesh roof overhead. Which made the thing sitting in the middle of the pen even more confusing.
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