"You've put on some weight." Kim Haru hefted Sir Peckington and, with a sudden idea, teased it, "Since we don't have any meat for lunch, maybe I should stew you instead. After all, you were just stealing my food—what do you think, Sir Peckington?"
Sir Peckington: "…"
"Cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck-cluck!"
Finally, Sir Peckington began struggling frantically, kicking its little chicken feet in every direction, its beady eyes filled with sheer panic.
Little Nugget who was standing nearby, chirped anxiously, circling around Kim Haru.
Amused by their reactions, Kim Haru held back his laughter and untied the rope from Sir Peckington's wings. "Alright, alright, I won't eat you."
Once set down, Sir Peckington quickly scurried away to a safe distance about a meter from Kim Haru.
But then it couldn't bring itself to go any farther.
After all, its favorite rice husks were still piled up beside Kim Haru.
