“A coodle doodle do,” Mr. Feathers warbled. “Is there something wrong with that rooster?” Riley asked. “I’m just saying, I was stunned by beak and feathers. I would have handled it myself,” Nick insisted to Gabe. “Of course. You have the reflexes of a panther,” Gabe said. There wasn’t a hint of smugness on his handsome face when he released the chicken from his grasp. It immediately flew at Nick’s face again. “Goddamn it,” he yelled, swinging wildly as the chicken flopped around his head and shoulders. “Aww! I think KFC likes you,” Blossom said. “Your father named her.”
