The Runaway Rhode Island Red – Chapter 2: What They Found There

    (If you missed Chapter 1 of The Runaway Rhode Island Red, click here.)

            “What’s wrong Ash?” said Jeremiah as she reached the ground.

            “Jeremiah,” she whispered, “Someone is in our tree!”

            “Don’t be silly,” said Jeremiah in his most annoying grown-up-y voice, “There’s no one out here but us.  Mrs. Adams came by to return Mother’s cake plate.  They are in the kitchen having tea.”

            “But Jeremiah,” Ashley said still whispering, “I heard someone moving around in the tree.  I thought it was you.  I was mad because you wouldn’t answer me!”

            “Why would anyone be hiding in our tree?” asked Jeremiah.  “It was probably just the wind.  Come on, let’s go.  You can be Princess Ashley,” he wheedled.

            “It wasn’t the wind,” Ashley insisted stubbornly, crossing her arms against her chest, “And I’m not going back up there!”

            “Very well, Your Highness,” said Jeremiah bowing, “I, Jeremiah, your loyal Captain of the Guard will go seek out the spy that has invaded our beloved Castle Bear Fairy.”

            “Fairy Bear,” Ashley corrected him, giggling.

            “Yes Ma’am, Fairy Bear.”

            Jeremiah saluted and picked up a small branch from the ground for a sword.

            “Be careful Captain,” Princess Ashley whispered, “The spy could be dangerous!”

            Jeremiah tucked his sword into his belt and began to climb up the ladder.  He imagined himself to be Sir Edmund Hillary scaling the treacherous heights of Mount Everest, battling the elements with every step.  As he reached the summit, he paused and looked carefully around.  He didn’t really believe there was anyone up there, but he decided to check anyway.  After all, he had heard the rustling sound as he climbed up.  And though the wind may have been blowing madly on Mount Everest, here at Castle Fairy Bear it wasn’t strong enough to make that much noise.  He wasn’t going to admit that to Ashley, though.

            He proceeded to cautiously scout out the terrain.  When he was satisfied that no one was up there, he quietly entered the castle.  As he went inside he heard another noise, different from the rustling.  And this time it came from directly in front of him!  Quickly drawing his sword, he advanced on the enemy.  Catching sight of the intruder, he stopped and stared.

            Waiting anxiously down below, Ashley heard nothing but silence.  Then suddenly, Jeremiah’s voice came from above.

            “Your Majesty, I have found the Spy!”  He chuckled, then began to laugh.  “And the spy has planted a bomb in your castle.”

            “A bomb?” said Ashley, alarmed.

            “A bomb,” confirmed Jeremiah, “And it is disguised as an egg!”

            “An egg?” said Ashley, confused.

            “Yes, an egg,” said Jeremiah.  “Our spy is a chicken!”

            “But,” protested Ashley, “I know I shut the door on the chicken house.  How did she get out?”

            “It’s not one of Mother’s chickens.  This one is all red,” explained Jeremiah.

            “Well done, Captain,” said Princess Ashley remembering who she was, “You shall receive a medal for your brave service.  We shall have to put the spy in the dungeon until we find out who sent her.”

            “How am I supposed to get the spy out of the tree, I mean castle?” asked the Captain.

            Princess Ashley thought for a moment.  “I remember seeing a cardboard box on the back porch this morning.  Could you put the spy in the box and lower it in the basket?”

            “Excellent idea, Your Highness.”

            “Then it shall be done,” declared the Princess, dashing royally off to the house to retrieve the box.

            It took Jeremiah a few minutes to chase the spy into a corner so he could pick her up.  Then he gently put her in the box that Ashley had brought up.  The box was then put into the basket.   Using the rope, he slowly lowered the basket to Ashley who was now waiting at the bottom of the tree.  The children took their prisoner over to the chicken house dungeon and released her.  As they watched her through the fence, she headed straight for the feed tub and began to eat.

            Ashley didn’t like the looks of this spy chicken.  She wasn’t pretty like Mother’s chickens.  She didn’t sparkle in the sun.  In fact, she was the color of the old rusty latch on the barn door.    “She probably doesn’t lay pretty eggs, either,” Ashley grumbled to herself.

            “No, she doesn’t, she’s a Rhode Island Red, not an Araucana like the others,” said Mother’s voice from behind her.  Startled, Ashley turned quickly around to find Mother smiling at her.  “Her name is Spot,” Mother continued, “And she will lay twice as many eggs as the other girls.  I’m glad you found her.  She wasn’t in her coop this morning when Farmer Dennis went to get her.”

            “Spot?” Ashley sputtered.  “Spot?  That’s an ugly name for an ugly chicken!” she declared.

            “Ashley,” Mother said gently, no longer smiling, “That is a very unkind thing to say.”

            “But Mother,” protested Ashley, “This chicken is a spy we caught sneaking around in the castle.  We must find out why she’s here and then send her back to wherever she came from!”

            “Spot was Miss Hazel’s chicken,” Mother replied.  “Miss Hazel left today to go live with her daughter in the city.  Before she left, she asked me if Spot could come and live with us.”

            “But she’s so ugly!  Whatever will I say when stuck-up Macy Adams finds out?”

            “That is quite enough, Ashley,” said Mother sternly.  “Macy is not stuck-up, she is just very shy.  I will not allow you to talk about her that way.  As for what you’re going to say, you should decide quickly.  Mr. Adams has gone to town, so I have invited Mrs. Adams and Macy for dinner.”  Then Mother left to go pick vegetables from the kitchen garden.

            Ashley looked at Jeremiah who had been standing very quietly by the corner of the chicken house.  He shook his head slowly, then whistled to Sheila-the-Wonderdog and ran off to the pasture to play.  Ashley watched as Jeremiah climbed over the top of the split rail fence surrounding the pasture.  Sheila-the-Wonderdog just squeezed under the bottom rail instead of jumping over.  Soon they were both hidden by the tall grass swaying in the gentle summer breeze.

            After they were gone, she wandered slowly back over to the oak tree and spent the rest of the morning sitting quietly by herself in the tree fort, thinking about what Mother had said.