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Pecky looked as shocked as a chicken could look and was, for once, speechless.
“What do you mean he’s the only one left?” asked Jake.
“I mean…they didn’t make it.”
The accidents. They were…fatal?
Gilbert simply nodded.
All three were silent for a few minutes. Even though Pecky could not remember his fellow chicks, he felt a sadness at their loss.
Jake reread the note he still held.
“Wait a minute, did you see this?”
Jake pointed to the final line in the note. “Danger awaits them outside your doors.”
“So?” Gilbert shrugged.
“So, it says that danger awaits them outside the hatchery.”
But the real danger was inside!
“Exactly,” Gilbert said grimly.
“That still doesn’t explain why you gave Pecky to us,” said Jake.
“You were the last to place such a large order. We needed to smuggle Pecky out of the hatchery as quickly as possible.”
Pecky nodded, but Jake still looked doubtful.
“How could you be sure that we could be trusted? You could have been sending Pecky into danger.”
“It was a risk, but we had to take it.”
A loud silence filled the room.
Now what do we do?
“We…wait,” said Gilbert.
Jake scowled at Gilbert.
“We can’t just wait around for someone to come after Pecky.”
No. I’m not the only one who would be hurt. I can’t put Jake at risk.
“There is something else we could do,” Gilbert said slowly.
Well, what is it?
“You’re not going to like it.”
“Just spit it out already,” Jake said rolling his eyes.
“We could set a trap.”
“A trap? What would we use as bait…oh,” said Jake turning to Pecky.
Me. I would be the bait.
We’re loving reading and listening to Pecky’s story again! I can visualize it as a series on a children’s tv channel! Aunt Marge
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Awe, thank you! It is fun going back through it.
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