Minea had a little problem—she loved to play rough. But there was one creature in the house who did not appreciate it… Mommy Chicken!
Every time Minea walked by, she couldn’t resist poking or swatting at the fluffy hen. She didn’t mean to be mean—she just found it funny to see the chicken react.
But Mommy Chicken? Oh, she was not amused.
Today, Minea waddled over, her little eyes twinkling with mischief. Smack! She gave the chicken a light hit on the wing.
“BOK BOK BOK!!” Mommy Chicken squawked in outrage, flapping her wings.
Minea giggled.
She did it again.
This time, Mommy Chicken lost it!
She puffed up her feathers, squawking loudly and stomping her little chicken feet as if warning, “Enough, you naughty monkey!”
But Minea? She didn’t listen!
Smack! One more playful hit.
Mommy Chicken charged!
“BAWK-BAWK-BAWK!” she flapped her wings wildly, running straight at Minea.
“AAAHHH!” Minea screamed in surprise, scrambling away as fast as her little legs could carry her. Mommy Chicken was MAD!
Mom watched from afar, shaking her head. “Minea, you shouldn’t hit her. See? Now she’s angry!”
Minea pouted, watching the chicken fluff up in victory. Maybe she had gone too far…
Later, she sat near Mommy Chicken, this time just watching instead of poking. Maybe they could still be friends—if she stopped hitting.
