Run Chicken Run

Previously

…Henrietta gave a slow, approving nod. “You are beginning to see, Pip.” Pip took another breath, this one a little steadier. He still felt scared, but the overwhelming panic was starting to recede, replaced by a fragile sense of purpose. He might not understand all the directions, but he understood the sunrise. And he understood that he needed to go towards it. He gave Henrietta a grateful cluck. He still had a long way to go, and who knew what other confusing encounters awaited him, but for the first time since tumbling out of the coop, Pip felt a tiny glimmer of hope. He was still flustered, yes, but perhaps, just perhaps, he was beginning to find his way.