Run Chicken Run

Previously

…He looked towards the rise, towards home. The journey back seemed less daunting now. He knew he’d be scared again. He probably always would be. But for the first time, Pip felt a quiet confidence bloom within him. He could do this. He could be scared, and he could still walk forward. And with a determined cluck, Pip set off towards the old apple orchard, his little chicken legs carrying him not just home, but towards a Pip who was a little bit braver than the one who had fled the coop that morning. The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, painting the clouds in hues of orange and pink, and Pip, for the first time, found the sunset rather beautiful.