Run Chicken Run

Previously

…He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest – not as much as Barnaby, but a good effort for a chicken – and squared his little shoulders. He gave Henrietta a grateful cluck and began to walk, not with the frantic flight of a scaredy-cat, but with a steady, purposeful stride. The path ahead was still uncertain, but for the first time since leaving the coop, Pip felt like he was actually moving towards home, and not just running away from something. The adventure, he realized, was just beginning. The world was big, yes, but maybe, just maybe, he was big enough to handle it.