Ms. Adventurer

From the bottom of her brown shoes to her mussed up yellow and dirt colored hair she is strong. Chickens run here and there around her feet. The ground is cracked  and dry under her feet as she walks to the coup to check on the eggs for the morning. 
The coup floor was soft and turnd over many times a day. Worms and beetle abound for the chickens to stuff their little beacks
She reaches her hand into the first nest as the little dinosaurs pecked near her feet thinking she scattered some food there. Which she hadn't. Do they every think? She is pretty much convinced that they dont have the capacity to think anything other than food. Well, or hens anyway.
Just as she thought of her rooster he crowed somewhere off in the distance. He is a beutiful beast all black with firebursts of a deep crimson on his head and tail. She named him Bastion. Her favorite character in a book for her favorite animal on the homestead.
As she picked the eggs from their nests she mused about the coming faire. She wouldn't enter him into the fair this year. Bastion is too powerful for that.  He is her little secret. He is her little triumph. She doesn't need judges to tell her he is the most beutiful animal in all of Cliwen.
Her Mother yelled at her for breakfast.
"arent you done with those eggs Ms. Adventurer? You arnt playing with that mean old rooster again are you?" She yelled louder thinking Ms. Adventurer couldnt hear her.
"He's nothing but trouble! Now, hurry little Ms. Adventure! Its breakfast time. Your eggs are getting cold."
Eggs again for breakfast? She remembered the time when waffles and pancakes and cornbread were on he menu. Now its all they can do but stay afloat with what they can produce on the good ol' homestead.