It was a bright and sunny morning, and the farm animals were just getting ready to start their day. “Well, it’s awfully quiet around here!” mused Georgina, a very large chicken. She always hated the mornings, because all the goats, which were the loudest animals by far, were still out in the fields and hadn’t been brought back to the barn yet. “If you bring the goats back in from their walk, maybe it won’t be so quiet anymore!” retorted Evelina, another chicken. Georgina didn’t bother to explain that she couldn’t bring the goats back, as it was the farmer’s job to do that sort of thing. After all, she was only a chicken, but Evelina liked to be irrational. From another corner of the chicken coop, Georgina could hear an early-morning argument breaking out about the best way to cover one’s eggs with straw. Cordelia, who was an abnormally stupid chicken, thought that she ought to cover her eggs with as much straw as possible, however this had resulted in her being unable to find her eggs. “It was your idea in the first place,” Georgina heard her tell Lucinda, who ruffled her feathers in annoyance and responded something Georgina couldn’t hear. At that moment, however, the barn door swung open, revealing the farmer in his worn-out overalls leading the goats back into their pens. Georgina sighed, wishing after all that the goats hadn’t come back. “It’s more crowded in here than I thought it would be,” she said to Evelina. Evelina nodded seriously. “This reminds me of the time when my fifth grade classmate brought goats into our classroom.” Georgina had to choke back her laugh, for neither Evelina nor any of the other chickens had ever been to school, but, true to her character, Evelina was fond of pretending she had experienced things that never happened. Tired of Evelina and her nonsense, Georgina turned back to Cordelia and Lucinda, who were still looking for Cordelia’s lost eggs. “How many?” Lucinda asked Cordelia. But, being a chicken with a very small brain, Cordelia could not even remember how many eggs she had lost. “Hey, Emily’s back!” called Annabella, a chicken with brown and white spots. None of the chickens could understand Annabella’s fascination with goats, and particularly with the goat Emily, but every morning she announced when Emily had returned to her pen. “Goats are cute!” Annabella said to herself. “No, goats are FANTASTIC!!” she yelled loudly, flapping her wings in excitement. Georgina rolled her eyes. What was with all these crazy chickens? In exasperation, she decided to listen to the goats, who were talking lazily amongst themselves. “I already ate all the pies,” said Gwendolyn, who was a very fat goat. As this was no surprise to Georgina, who was always hearing about Gwendolyn eating something or other, she turned to Daphne, who was still asleep despite the fact that it was getting rather late in the morning. “Wake up! It’s already 9 o’clock.” Georgina nudged Daphne with her wing, who groaned and pushed her beak further into the straw. With neither goats or chickens to entertain her, Georgina turned to listening to farmers who were right outside the barn. “Where do you think you’re going? That wheelbarrow is too big,” snapped the first farmer, whom Georgina had named Tim. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to go around in circles for a while because I don’t have anything better to do! And too big for what, anyway?!!” asked the second farmer, who was always in a bad mood. Georgina liked to call him Sam. There were footsteps outside the barn, and the third farmer, Jack, joined them. “I need to deliver these goats by tomorrow?” he asked Tim and Sam. “What’s the rush? They’re still alive: it’s not like they are going to spoil,” remarked Sam, sounding annoyed as usual. “Yet. Is it possible to eat a goat?” Jack wondered. Sometimes, Georgina thought, the farmers were the stupidest of all the creatures living on the farm. Being a chicken, she was lucky to be kept alive for her eggs, but the goats, on the other hand, would one day leave the farm and never return. “Oh, yes. They do it all the time in Spain,” said Tim. “I think you mean Greece,” said Sam. “That sounds gross,” mumbled Jack, who never understood what was going on. “No, the country, not G - R - E - A - S - E.” Sam’s voice was loud and exasperated. He never had any patience for Jack. Neither did Georgina, really, and so she turned her attention back to her fellow chickens. “Emile isn’t going to like this,” Annabella was saying loudly to anyone who would listen. “You mean Emily?” Georgina asked, thinking Annabella was talking about her favorite goat. “No, Emile, her identical twin brother. Hadn’t you heard she just had one?” Annabella could not understand why none of the other chickens paid any attention to the world of the goats. “You mean that brown goat?” Georgina pointed her wing at a rather large brown goat who was being led away from the pen, probably to be delivered for someone’s meal.