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accompanied me as often as they could, and

they always wanted to see how the baby chicks

were doing. The chicks were growing, and

even coming with Fluff to scratch for the grain I

gave her, but Fluff always kept herself between

me and them.

Then, one day, as I was cleaning the

stallion’s stall in another barn, Fluff came

flapping and squawking in, pecking at my feet.

I pushed her away with my foot. “Beat it,

Fluff!” She attacked again, and then ran toward

the other barn flapping and squawking. I went

back to my work, and she attacked me again,

only to run back toward her barn, flapping,

squawking, and turning in circles. I watched

her a minute and then said, “Maybe I have

watched too many Lassie reruns, but you act

like you want me to follow.”

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