The next day, everyone stacked the stones back to wall up half the cave entrance, leaving only a forty-centimeter passage for easy entry and exit.
Evelyn Ford was in the chicken coop, checking on the chicks. They could hardly be called chicks anymore; they had grown a lot recently, with each one weighing at least a pound.
"Auntie, this one is sick. It says it's about to die." Zoe held a hen by the neck, presenting it to Evelyn Ford.
The hen was struggling so hard in Zoe's grip that its legs were kicking and its eyes had rolled back. Evelyn Ford quickly rescued it from her.
"Let me see. I'll treat it right away."
Zoe's little face was etched with worry. "But it says it's about to die. Can you still save it?"
"It has a growth on its neck. If we cut it off, the chicken will live."
Zoe's eyes lit up, and she relayed the message to the hen. But as soon as it heard, it started to struggle frantically.
