Username: Koro-san
Name: Hiyokomame (means Chickpea)
10 word personality: A charismatic, charming, very dramatic person- and easily spooked.
What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.) (I elected to personify Hiyoko as an actual rooster because I've had quite a few- very interesting things, roosters are!)
A small sliver of sunlight peeked through the crack in the coop door, and moved carefully, very slowly, toward the sleeping hens. Hiyoko watched it, eyes wide, beak and talons ready for attack against the very shiny intruder. His eyebrows were raised and twitching- his whole body quivering- perched up above the oblivious hens and ready to attack it at any moment.
He didn’t know what it was. He didn’t care. He was determined to stop it- whatever it was- from harming the tiny, breathing piles of feathers below him. He watched it with one large, unmoving eye. He did not know whether it saw him or not.
If it did- it was certainly brave. Hiyoko was the strongest rooster the coop had ever had, and he certainly made himself known. Hawks, foxes, and the occasional groundhog never got much farther than a nose under the fence before Hiyoko was right in their face- shrieking and beating his wings- lashing out with talons and crying a vicious cry that disturbed any living thing for miles out. The chicken were safe- if not a bit weary or Hiyoko’s mannerisms- but definitely safe.
So as the tiny light creeped closer, the more ready to attack Hiyoko became. He was poised and ready.
And as soon as the light touched the hay that covered the coop floor Hiyoko dove off his perch- leading with his extended talons- and slammed himself into the coop floor. He screamed at the light, viciously beating his wings and pecking, scratching, and clawing at the poor floorboards. The hens were awake now- whether they wanted to be or not- and were curiously watching Hiyoko attack the stream of light as it continued to advance into the coop. Furious at his futile attacks Hiyoko slammed his body into the coop door, swinging it wide open.
The hens happily clucked for Hiyoko. He was doing such a good job! He was now outside the coop, screaming as loud as he could and flinging himself everywhere. He was overwhelmed and exhausted- with his last bit of energy he flew up to the top of the coop and perched high on the roof, determined to save his hens.
***
Micheal was out right on time to feed her animals. The hens were out and about now- pecking around at the dew-filled grass and pulling up worms. The sun was fully above the horizon, the air was calm and cool. Quickly counting her chickens to make sure the night had been an uneventful one, Micheal didn’t need to look around for her rooster to know he was alright. She pulled herself up on the roof of the henhouse, and with gloved hands gently scooped up the napping, worn-out Hiyoko.
“You do this every morning...”
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