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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 3:46 pm
As much as it pained him, Safe Haven knew he had to sell some of the recent batch of chicks. While they were cute and cuddly, chickens had also become a popular pet for phonies and it was a great source of income for the farm. His main source of income may have been crops, but selling the domesticated fowl as pets helped fill his rainy day fund in case of any bad yields. Kissing each of the tiny yellow birds on the head, he set them down into the pen next to the large "FOR SALE" sign.
With a sad smile the stallion turned to his sons. "W-well boys. I think. I think you're old enough to..." He gulped, looking back over his shoulder at the flock of baby birds. "Old enough to help your papa out. Okay? I need you to help find these guys new homes while i go till the fields." His eyes watered as he spoke and he wiped at them with his hoof. "Now, you be careful with strangers. If someone is spooky you come inside the house, ok?" Foundry eyed the tiny chickens warily. Birds had beaks and beaks were sharp. So were their talons. Those things could easily peck out an eye or leave a nasty scratch! What was their dad thinking leaving them with this tiny monsters?
The pegasus chewed his lip as he considered the tiny wards they'd been charged with overseeing. Maybe they should wear protective goggles and some thick gloves if they had to be picking them up. The blue colt glanced towards his brother, who didn't seem to notice just how easily one of these tiny fiends could leave him blind.
"JD," he grunted. "Should i grab some safety glasses for this?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:45 pm
"Of course," Just Desserts nodded diligently to the instructions from their father, find them good homes, run away from spooky people. Really, those were pretty straight forward instructions, and he assumed that 'make money' was implied; they were trying to sell chickens after all. Really, young JD was pleased to be doing this. He shuffled the sales papers around, looking at all the places that needed a legal signature. This was the sort of thing he liked amount the businesses his parents had, not the animals or taking care of them, but the due diligence in actually running the business. So much paperwork! Licenses needed! The green haired colt paid little attention to the actual chickens until his brother peeped at him. "Hmmm? Safety glasses? If that'll make you feel better, but I really don't think they they'll aim to hurt ya. Maybe oven mitts would be helpful for handling 'em? " "Unless you think that safety gear might make people think they're dangerous instead of domesticated household fowls.." JD frowned a little as he thought of it. That seemed like it could be bad for business.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 11:40 am
Oven mitts?! That was a great idea! Why didn't he think of that? The colt's wings fluttered with excitement. "Oven mitts sound perfect! I'll go get-" He blinked, ears swiveling as he turned to face the purple colt. Wait, his brother thought the safety gear was a bad idea now? "I... I guess it might do that. Isn't it better to be safe than sorry though?" He whined. The colt didn't want to hurt his father's business, but safety came first! Wriggling with disappointment, he turned his anxious gaze to the street.
Foundry shuffled around the pen, twittering nervously. "Well, how about something to protect us against strangers? Someone could try to kidnap us or give us poisoned candy. Shouldn't we protect against that at least?" His brow furrowed as he spoke. How exactly did one protect against poisonous candy and kidnappers anyway? One couldn't just never eat again. That was just as dangerous as eating! Sure, if you stopped eating it would be harder to choke, but you could still choke on your own spit with or without food. Of course, the obvious downside to not eating ever again was starvation.
The pegasus sighed, staring forlornly down the street. A flew leaves blew by and maybe a tumble weed before a splotch of color appeared on the horizon moving towards them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 8:11 pm
JD shook his head. The amount of worry and the zany situations that his brother's brain could come up with was astounding. He would have never suspected to think of poison foods, what kind of dastardly villian would do such a thing. But, as the more level headed one, JD simply put " maybe you'd better not take any food from a stranger. And we'll call the police if someone fishy is lurking about."
In the back of his mind, the little colt wondered if maybe they should have whistles or some kind of hotline to a police or super hero just in case. Then he laughed with a silly idea " Or if we don't like the looks of someone we can always launch a chicken st em. Attack chickens, could be a good side business." One look at the domesticated creatures and JD knew that was only a pipe dream.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:32 pm
Of course Foundry knew his brother was joking. Definitely. But still he considered it seriously for a moment with a hoof on his chin. "Well, chickens do have sharp talons and pointy beaks. If one was thrown they'd probably be upset enough to attack whatever they landed on..." Clearly this business venture was going to go great.
Unless some poor hapless soul accidentally snuck up on them...
The little blue colt screamed and tossed a chicken so fast you'd think his life depended on it, right in the face of what had been a willing customer.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:41 pm
It happened faster than Just Desserts could say supercalifragic... well it was faster than he could spell it either. A brown, older phony came out behind them, having come up to see their chickens for sale. The screams of Foundry mixed with the sudden clunk and shriek of the 'attacker' caused Just Desserts to jump and let out an equally terrified wail. Once the dust (and feathers) settled, the young colt could see that their surprise attacker was one of the farmers whose property was nearby. What was left of them anyways.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:47 pm
Once the dust had settled Foundry was left to see the destruction that followed in the wake of his actions. The little colt, who had jumped back in fright of the phony vs chicken brawl that had been ongoing, blushed deeply.
"F-farmer Brown, I am so sorry. I thought you were a criminal come to steal our papa's chickens." The foal squeaked, hoping the damage to both chicken and stallion wasn't too bad. Undoubtedly the rest of the neighboring farmers would hear about this. Maybe if he was lucky it wouldn't affect business too bad... He hoped.
He bowed to the ground, wallowing at the disgruntled adult's hooves.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:57 pm
The farmer's face was a little scratched. Just Dessert's chimed in with apologies, "We didn't see you coming. You aren't hurt are you? You won't sue us for damages will you?" JD would happily present the family and Foundry if needed, but he hopefully they could smooth over any ruffled feathers before it came it that.
Farmer Brown was a good natured fellow in general. While he was a little worse for ware, this was the sort of minor scrape that happened on farms and he was used to it. "It's just a little cut, only a flesh wound. I'll heal up in no time." The farmer picked up the rattle chicken that was tossed and pet it's feather's down. "Sue?" The farmer laughed again, thinking the idea so ridiculous.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:06 pm
"Are you sure?!" Foundry wailed, groveling in the dirt. "There must be some way i can make this up to you! Here, let me get some b-bandages!" Flailing his hooves, the colt scrambled over towards the first aid kit he had brought with him in case of emergencies. Although he'd never expected the emergency would be him throwing a chicken at their neighbor, he was glad he'd brought the little plastic box.
Fumbling through the contents, he finally settled on the right sized bandages, only in hot pink. The pegasus frowned, but still scrambled to undo the wrapper and make an attempt to plaster them all over the Stallion's face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:23 pm
"Oh now really, I'm fi--" before Farmer Brown could protest, he was quickly covered in the flashy pink bandages. "Oh, well. Uh. Thank you kindly... that was unnecessary. I really only came by for a peek at your chicks. Thinkin' about getting into eggs." Once it seemed like Foundry's patient was patched up, Just Dessert's felt more secure. But you never know what kind of reputation a well know farmer might spread about their family and chickens. The purpley colt marched to his brother and whispered, "He seems to like the birds. I don't know about you, but I'm still worried this whole thing might come back to haunt us. Ya think a chicken might help?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:29 pm
"You are?" He fretted, casting a shy glance towards the older male. His bandaging job was pretty sloppy. there was no way it made up for what he'd done to their neighbor. Chewing his lip, Foundry gave a small nod.
"You're right," he whispered. He needed to make up for his mistake. "We should give him one. I can take the money from my piggy bank so papa won't know."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:37 pm
cursedandwandering I think one more from you will do it biggrin The money! Just Desserts hadn't even thought about that. It wasn't fair if Foundry had to give up his hard earned allowances, for a little spook. Just Desserts nodded, "I'll chip in too. This mess probably never woulda happened if I was watching for customers... or didn't mention chicken tossing." The brothers together turned to Farmer Brown. "Uh, sir? If it would please you, we'd really like to apologize by offering you a chicken. You can take your pick, whichever you have a shining to. No charge." Farmer Brown took a moment to realize what they were saying. "Now boys, you really d'un have to do that." "Please!! No, we insist!" "Well ... alrighty then." The farmer patted the chicken that had been tossed at him previously. "This one will do. She's seems like a sturdy one."
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:30 am
As Farmer Brown accepted the chicken Foundry couldn't help but let out a loud sigh of relief. His mess, it seemed, was now thoroughly cleaned up. The worst that could happen was their neighbor would joke about it to the others and say it was a good way to get a free chicken. Which, while still embarrassing, shouldn't hurt their father's business.
"Thank you so much for accepting our apology!" The pegasus fluttered his wings as he waved goodbye to the stallion.
Casting a glance over his shoulder he gave a concerned look at all the chickens left that they still had to sell. "Looks like it's going to be a long day..."
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