Every morning, the backyard was full of adventures—but for little Minea, there was one place that pulled her in like magic: the chicken coop.
Specifically, Mama Chicken’s nest.
It wasn’t just any spot—it was warm, soft, and hidden behind straw. Minea didn’t care that it belonged to someone else. She just wanted to sit, peek at the eggs, or sneak a feather for her toy collection.
But there was a problem.
Mommy Chicken.
She didn’t like visitors. Especially not tiny, fluffy-tailed monkeys with busy hands.
The moment Minea tiptoed too close—BOK BOK BOK!—out came the furious chicken, wings flapping, eyes locked on her target.
Minea squealed and leapt back, giggling like it was all part of the game.
“Minea! Not again!” Mom called from the porch. “Leave the chicken alone!”
But Minea didn’t care. Ten minutes later, she was back—this time crawling on her belly like a little spy, inching toward the forbidden nest.
She reached a feather, just barely touched it—
BOKAAAAAAK!
Feathers flew, the ground shook (at least in Minea’s imagination), and off she ran, screaming and laughing all at once.
She raced back to Mom’s arms, hiding her face with an embarrassed little smile. “Chicken mad again,” she muttered.
Mom scooped her up and shook her head with a grin. “One day, you’ll learn not everything in the world is a toy.”
