[ Beatrix is hovering nervously by the door of the coop, having also been scouted into helping usher the local escape artist chickens back into their cozy home. She is looking decidedly worse for the wear, scratches littering her bare legs and forearms, and there are clumps of hair falling outside of her neat ponytail. ]
But I already had to chase after chickens today! I don't wanna...
[ Unfortunately for her, she does not get a say in the matter; one of the chickens has decided that hassling Tessa is no longer entertaining and has set its beady little sights on Beatrix. With a squawk, it puffs up and immediately hop-flies over to its new victim, who promptly shrieks and falls to the ground. ]
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But I already had to chase after chickens today! I don't wanna...
[ Unfortunately for her, she does not get a say in the matter; one of the chickens has decided that hassling Tessa is no longer entertaining and has set its beady little sights on Beatrix. With a squawk, it puffs up and immediately hop-flies over to its new victim, who promptly shrieks and falls to the ground. ]
Nooo, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
[ This is a mess. ]