The days turned into a series of clucks and pecks. While my human mind struggled to adapt, my chicken instincts began to take over. I started to notice the way the light caught the feathers of Roostopher, the charming rooster I'd been watching. Emboldened by my growing comfort, I decided to approach him. My inner human groaned—was I really about to flirt as a chicken?
Well, here goes nothing. I fluffed up my feathers, trying to look as impressive as I could. Roostopher noticed and gave a curious tilt of his head. "Bawk!" I clucked, unsure of what I was even saying, but hoping he'd understand.
To my surprise, he clucked back, a series of soft, melodic sounds that made my heart flutter. In the coop's warmth, amidst the feathers and the noise, I realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this life than I'd imagined.