After twelve successful days of hiding the eggs, tensions were rising in the coop. They had managed to hide 15 eggs altogether, which was certainly a triumph, but it did of course raise the stakes substantially. Detection at this point would be a tragedy of epic proportions. All the ladies were growing increasingly testy with one another, and there did not appear to be any noticeable signs of life coming from within the eggs themselves. Accusations started flying.
“So, at what point should we start to be worried that we can’t feel anything..?” said Donna nervously.
“That depends, when did you last pick up?” barked Mrs Fiderer, outrageously.
“Excuuuuse me, but I consider that to be a private matter! I’m not the sort of vulgar female who boasts of her conquests!” clucked Donna.
“Well this is no time for any of us to be shy – for this elaborate plan to work, at least one of us has to have had some action recently,” said Mrs Landingham matter-of-factly.
There was an uncomfortable silence, accompanied by a fierce determination not to look anyone else in the eye.
“Of course, naturally we depend on you newcomers to have met with some roosters most recently out of all of us – this is after all your idea, and we were under the impression that you had reason to hope…” blustered Donna.
Both of the ‘newcomers’ bristled.
“Oh, I see,” said Mrs Fiderer in a noticeably higher pitched voice. “Not only do we have to come up with the plan and set it in motion, we also apparently have to prove our fertility! I think you’ll find that if you check yourself, you’ll realise what a b—”
“Ladies! You’re all being ridiculous! We still have a week before the little ones hatch. I for one think that we should focus on protecting the nest, and spend a little less time protecting our reputations,” said Margaret, once again shocking the group by speaking. These days, whenever Margaret spoke, the rest of the group complied, and things between them settled down, at least until the next day.
That was when tragedy struck. The Female Owner came into the coop for the inspection. After a frustrated search, she looked queerly at Mrs Fiderer, who was at that point sitting on the eggs.
“I wonder..” she mumbled. All the ladies collectively held their breath as the Female bent, and lifted Mrs Fiderer off the nest.
“Ah ha! I knew it!” declared the female, laughing. “What sneaky chickens!” she said to the ladies, and started to pick up the eggs. Unable to watch, Margaret ran into the other room, crying. Mrs Fiderer didn’t know if she was going to explode with the indignity of being picked up or burst into tears – and so instead ended up laughing maniacally. Donna and Mrs Landingham clucked and flapped like crazy in a feeble attempt to stop the Human from taking the eggs, but to no avail.
The plan had failed.