“Um,Mom,I think I need to go inside and sit down.”

“Yeah, we can continue talking there.”

So,with that Becky gently pushed her mother aside and went into the house, which surprisingly had no chickens inside, and nothing proving they had ever been there in the first place.

“No, please don’t, just tell me why the chickens are after me.”

“Oh, those aren’t chickens!!! It’s an illusion, that’s the nymph society in disguise.”

“yeaaaaa, sure. No seriously.”

“I’m being serious. Tom, come over here!”

The Lead Cluck came over and stood next to Anne. He had an amused expression on his face, taking in every aspect of Becky’s appearance. Then only did she realize that her hair was a mess, her clothes smelled like chicken droppings, and that she overall looked like she’d gone to a farm, and worked there for a year without ever taking a shower. Becky, without giving Anne to continue her explanation ran to the shower. A solid half hour later Becky came out and dressed, and came back to the living room.