That’s Nugget.
She’s not just a chicken. She’s his chicken.
Every morning before school, he runs outside barefoot—even in the cold—to find her. He talks to her like she’s a classmate, tells her about spelling tests and what he thinks clouds are made of. She follows him like a dog. Waits by the porch until he gets home.
We thought it was cute at first. Then we realized it was more than that.