"Don't let me down. Give me an egg or my son will throw a tantrum."
Holly might be crazy for talking to chickens. She entered the simple chicken coop that Justin had made. Little Oliver loved eggs, so they kept some chickens there.
With difficulty, Holly tried to get the chickens out of the cage so she could get the eggs. Some of the chickens got angry and pecked at her.
Finally, after several tries, she managed to get three eggs. Enough for today's breakfast.
"Isn't it embarrassing to see our Queen in the chicken coop?"
Holly turned towards the source of the voice. She froze. The egg in her hand fell and broke. The chickens raged and panicked here and there because they sensed the presence of something dangerous.
Two men were there. One was red-haired and the other was tall and skinny.
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Holly in a trembling voice. She was sure they didn't come because Arthur had sent them.
