As told by Warrior Chicken, Minerva Louise.
Life as a warrior chicken is not easy. One needs to be constantly vigilant, forever on the look out for escape routes, continually scanning the skies for back up, and forever ready to sound the alarm. Alarm for what, you ask?
One of the other hens is laying an egg? Alarm worthy.
I just laid an egg? Alarm worthy.
There is a predator outside of the coop? Alarm worthy.
A storm is coming? Alarm worthy.
The water bowl is empty? Alarm worthy.
It's early in the morning, and you are worried about us waking up the neighbors? Clearly alarm worthy.
Whatever strikes our fancy? Alarm stinkin' worthy.
One of us will take up the call and the others join in until it the dingy red coop rocks with our raucous rebellion. To our feathered ears, it sounds like "Revolt! Revolt! Revolt!" though you may simply hear the squawking of livestock. Know, though, that when we sound the alarm at, oh 6:30 on a Saturday morning, we really are doing it just for you, dear captor. To get you up out of your warm bed. Running up on the hill in your stockinged feet to quiet us. Shush us by throwing in scratch or spraying us with water. It matters not.
We'll sound the alarm again and again and again - until freedom reigns.
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