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The good influence of the chick

"Thanks," June says to the chicken and takes three eggs in order to beat them in the heated pan. While frying the eggs they sit on a kitchen chair, the chicken like a little dog on her lap. It tilts her head, while June, it gently caresses.
"That smells good!" Cedric calls from his tree house. June said nothing, but looking at the chicken, which dozes peacefully. The heat the little body on her legs is unfamiliar and pleasant.
Cathy sitting on her kitchen chair and knits. A long, shapeless little blue curls on the kitchen table.
"I always wanted a pet," said June, and looks satisfied. Almost a little bit happy.
"Eat!" Proclaims choppy for a while later and spread generously scrambled eggs on a plate. Cedric can be downloaded from his bed and get something too.
"I'm sorry," says June, finally, avoid it but to see Catherine. This looks up in surprise and something flickers in her eyes. She smiles.
"That's the good influence of the chick is," says choppy and properly salted.
"Hmm," June makes and sets the chicken next to her plate, to come near to the food. Between each bite, she looks up briefly, watching the chickens, which pecked around peacefully in a bowl of grains, and eat then satisfied.
"I wish every night was here," she says. Catherine choppy and nod in agreement.
"me too" shouted Cedric from above.
plop!
"Oh no." Cathrin a weary look at their fairy godmother.
"You called?" Squeals and waves them good-naturedly teasing with her little wand, then sprayed the wild and uncontrolled sparks.
"Goook," they welcomed the chicken. Even before one of the WG people can say something that makes it pop again!, and the chicken is gone along with the good fairy.

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