Sure! Here’s a shortened version that keeps the heart of the story intact:
Every morning before school, he runs outside barefoot—even in the cold—to find her. He talks to her like a classmate. She follows him everywhere, waiting by the porch until he’s home.
At first, we thought it was cute. Then we realized—after his mom left, he stopped smiling, eating, laughing. Then Nugget showed up: a scruffy yellow chicken who somehow brought him back to life.
Yesterday, she disappeared. He cried himself to sleep holding her photo.
This morning, she was back. Muddy, scratched, but alive. Tied to her leg was a red ribbon and a tag that read: “Returned. She chose to come back.”
He wouldn’t let go of her—not for breakfast, not for school.
Later, an old woman came to our door. She said Nugget was hers, an adventurous hen who’d wandered into our lives. She found Nugget caught in her fence, helped her, then sent her back with the ribbon and tag.
We introduced her to Finn. She told him Nugget had missed him. Finn hugged her, whispering thanks.
She stayed for dinner, gave him a book about a little bird who always finds her way home.
The next morning, Finn smiled as he boarded the bus, the book clutched in his hands. Nugget watched from the coop.
This story is about connection, healing, and the kindness of strangers. Sometimes, it just takes one small act—a chicken returned with a ribbon—to bring hope back into someone’s world.
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