"If you promise not to drop me." Gideon said seriously, waiting for confirmation before he took the scoop and got a lot of chicken food, looking at it curiously. It was just little pellets - why did they eat that? It was like seeds and little round pegs of food. Weird. He let Holden lift him and he frowned, all serious and ready to get his job completes. He tossed the first lot and the chickens came closer. He reeled back against Holden for safety.

"How do you tell if they're happy?" Or if they've come to try and eat him... he honestly wasn't sure. They didn't look friendly. One chicken squawked happily and he flinched, spilling some food. "Oh no!" He spilled. The worst had come.