Chickens? He had chickens. Like a farmer. He was really cool, he had so many nice things. That was why he wanted a nice boy. And he wasn't a nice boy, so he didn't think he'd get to stay long but... but maybe a van before he had to go. He squirmed in his seat and looked anxiously around, unsure how someone could be a good enough boy to get a postman van.

Nice people were the hardest, they hurt the most. "I can meet the chickens." Maybe. If they weren't too scary. He had never seen a chicken outside of TV before. "I've met a dog before. My mom's boyfriend had two dogs. They barked a lot." He didn't really like them, they weren't fun. "Never met a chicken."