Flash Fiction #642 -- Chickens (Drabble)

 

Milton didn't hate chickens, but he wished his grandfather had raised something more exciting. When the older man died and left the cottage to Milton, it was with the understanding that he took care of the birds. Milton did his best.

The routine was easy.  He rose at first light to feed the birds and look for eggs which he took into town to sell to various households.  Today, he heard something troubling. Tom True's prize bull had knocked him down and stepped on his leg.

Milton decided chickens were exciting enough. He went home and gave them extra food.