Behold Nugget. She is not merely a chicken; she is his chicken, unequivocally.
Each morning, well before the school bell, he sprints outside, his bare feet meeting the cold ground without a thought, all to locate her. He engages her in conversation as if she were a schoolmate, relaying details about spelling assessments and sharing his ponderings on the composition of clouds. She shadows him like a devoted canine, patiently awaiting his return on the porch.
