the missing chickens

The Missing Chickens by ♥Animalluver♥

“Hey Pip!”

“Hey Julie!”

Pip Pike is my friend.  He’s pretty nice, and everything.  I’ve known him since I was 3 years old.

Wait, why am I introducing other people when I’m supposed to introduce myself?  Well anyways, I’m Julie CiCi Minh Und, but you can call me Julie for short.  I have a lot of animals.  I am a GREAT BIG ANIMAL LOVER.  I have, uh, let’s see, 8 chickens, 3 rabbits, a couple of birds, some guinea pigs, and 2 quail.

“Julie?  Hello!  Earth to Julie!” Pip snapped his fingers across my face.

“Huh?  What?  Oh, sorry!” I apologized to Pip.

We were walking down the sidewalk over to our neighborhood.  See, we live right next to each other, so our parents met when we were just wee little kids.  We’re in 8^th grade, so it’s been a long time since I’ve known Pip.  As we reached our neighborhood, we started talking about homework and stuff.  Finally, we reached my house.

“Well, see ya later Pip!” I called.

I walked into my house, only to see Mom, Dad, and Jamie, my little sister, staring at me.  There was this look in their eyes that meant that something was wrong.

“Julie,” Dad started quietly but firmly, “We have something to say.”
Jamie, not being very cooperative, blurted out, “Cookie, Strawberry, Caramel, Cereal, Soup, Whopper, Noodle, and Cheese got stolen!”

I gasped.  Who would dare steal our chickens?!  Suddenly, a hot, angry bubble burst inside of me.

“WHO DARE STEALS OUR CHICKENS?!  WE ARE THE ONLY ONES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT HAS CHICKENS!  WHY WOULD THEY STEAL OUR CHICKENS?  ARRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!” I screamed.  I hopped around, and being an eighth grader, my parents looked at me strangely.

“Honey, I know this is sad, but it’s okay.  We called the cops, and they’re looking for the theif.  It’s okay,” Mom assured me.

“How could this be okay?  Our chickens are stolen!” I yelled at my parents.  I couldn’t stand it anymore, I ran into my room.

In my room, I flung myself on the bed.  I called Pip.

“Hey Pip.  It’s me, Julie.  Cookie, Strawberry, Caramel, Cereal, Soup, Whopper, Noodle, and Cheese – you know, my chickens, got stolen!  … Yeah … I know … Mom called the cops … Yes I KNOW!  … Okay … Did you notice anything this morning?  … Oh really?  That’s great! … I’ll tell Mom right away.  Thanks for letting me know!  ‘Bye!”

I ran downstairs, and told mom the great news.

“Mom!  I just called Pip, and he said that he heard a thump outside and that he saw this black hooded man jump out with 3 lumps of black trash bags!  Cookie, Strawberry, Caramel, Cereal, Soup, Whopper, Noodle, and Cheese might be in there!” I rushed.

“Oh honey, that’s great!” Mom exclaimed.  She called the cops, and told them what I just told her.

“Mom, I’ll be right back.  I’m going to Pip’s house.”
I ran over to Pip’s house, but as I was running, I heard a sound coming from the backyard.  Curious, I peeked over the fence to see Pip, and 4 big trash bags!  I gasped.  As I watched, Pip turned the bags over, and out came Cookie, Strawberry, Caramel, Cereal, Soup, Whopper, Noodle, and Cheese!  I couldn’t believe my eyes!  Pip stole my chickens!

Before anyone could catch me spying in the backyard, I ran to the doorstep.  Out of breath, I rang the doorbell.  Pip’s mom answered it.

“Oh, hi Julie sweetie!” Mrs. Pike answered sweetly.  “Pip’s in the backyard, doing some crazy things to some chickens.  Heavens knows where he got them!  Would you mind if you went outside to the backyard?”

My heart was pounding.  “Uh, Y-y-yes Mrs. P-pike.  I’ll go o-out through the b-backyard f-f-fence.  Thank Y-you Mrs. Pike.  G-good Bye.”  I could hardly breathe when I said those words.  Reluctantly, I trudged over to the fence.  Without knocking, I took a deep breath, and went inside.

Oh, was Pip surprised to see me.  “Julie!  Oh, Julie!” Pip was speechless.  “I-I w-wanted uhh…”

“Oh Pip, how could you?” I cried.  I ran over and took the chickens.  “I thought you were my friend!”

“Uh, yeah, about, uh, this, I, uh, wanted to like, uh…” Pip’s voice trailed off.

“I think this is a case for the police.  Come on.  Let’s go.”  I dragged Pip across the ground over to my house.

“Mom, Dad, Jamie, look who I caught playing with our chickens!”

Mom, Dad, and Jamie gasped.

“Why, Pip!  How could you do this to us?” Dad was angry.  “It’s time to call the cops.”

So Dad called the cops, they arrested Pip, and from that day forward, my population of the chickens was increased, and now I have 17 chickens.  I am still an animal lover, and don’t worry, Pip is back and he’s doing community service.  But he won’t talk to me anymore.  I don’t care.  I don’t like him either…

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Story added on October 4, 2008

Created on October 3, 2008