The chicken squad chapter 5

Chapter 5

Listen, Tail,” said Sugar. She was standing on the squirrel’s neck. “My mom says that if you are still dead when she gets back, she’s going to use you as a carpet. So if you want help, you need to face your fear of shapes like a big boy.”

“Ow, my head,” said Tail. “Let me up. I am a brave squirrel. No more fainting, I promise. It was just so . . . so . . .”

“Big and scary,” said Sugar. “We get it.”

“You did great, Tail,” said Dirt. “Now we know the big, scary thing is in the shape of a circle.”

“Yes! A circle! A big circle,” said Tail. “A really big, shiny circle. It came out of nowhere and then stopped approximately four feet off the ground. It was a dark shade of green. Not quite forest green, but close. Possibly hunter green. After a while it made a weird hissing and popping noise. And it interrupted the atmosphere.”

“That’s quite an improvement over ‘big and scary,’ ” said Sugar. “You ought to bump your head more often, kid.”

“I don’t think I like you,” said Tail.

“I’m okay with that,” said Sugar.

“What do you mean, ‘interrupted the atmosphere’?” asked Dirt. Sugar was paying close attention while she wrote in her pad.

“Good question,” said Sugar.

“Thank you,” said Dirt.

“First it lit up,” said the squirrel. “Then I saw a giant door close. I ran away for a while and when I came back, the air around it looked really weird.”

“Interesting,” said Sugar, scribbling down notes.

Dirt was drawing as fast as she could. She put her crayons down and gasped. Sugar looked at the drawing and then looked at her own notes:

Round

Shiny

Atmospheric Disturbance (aka weird air)

Gasp!

“Gasp!” said Sugar.

“Gasp!” said Dirt.

Sugar took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

“You’ve got a big problem, Tail.”

“What is it? What is it? What is it?”

“This is a HUGE problem.”

“What? What? What?”

“Kid, you have one ENORMOUS problem!”

“WHAT??????”

“You’ve got a UFO on your tail, Tail. An unidentified flying object. And I suspect it’s not leaving until you get in it and fly away.”

The squirrel started to turn that weird shade of gray again.

“Don’t do it, Tail,” said Sugar. “You hit the floor one more time, and my mom’s going to put you under the coffee table.”

“A UFO?” the squirrel squawked. “What would a UFO want with a squirrel?
“Maybe they want you for a pet,” Sugar suggested.
“Squirrels make terrible pets!” said Poppy.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” said Sugar.