The cold winds continued to blow at Megan's face as she sat on the railings of the coop's walkway fence. The huge wooden rolls were so big for her when she was just a small pup, but she could barely fit her bottom on the wooden roll where she used to sit a lot. Even when she swung down to hang like a bat, she would hit her head now.
"Thinking about something, Megan?" A familiar voice came from behind her, and the girl just moved her head back like how she did so. However, her momentum pulled her body back, and she fell off of the wooden roll. Thankfully, the man behind her was quick to catch her. "Didn't we already argue about you sitting there now? Megan, you could have fallen."
