Disclaimer; I don't own any CR stuff etc..

*Yawn* Ugh! Its time to turn my brain on! I think I forget how!* *LOL, that was so pointless.*

Onward with Chapter 3!

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Fowler was the first to realize that Rocky wasn't there. And to his dismay, Ginger wasn't there either. He didn't like the idea of them together. He would have, but he just couldn't trust Rocky. He had complained to some of the hens about it.

"Oh, don't pry into their business, Fowler!", Bunty scolded, "They can do what they wish"

"And besides", Mac cut in, "they could just be taking a walk for all you know"

"Yes, sure", Fowler mumbled, "but I still don't trust him."

"Why not?", Babs asked, she didn't get it.

"Because if roosters don't produce eggs then they produce something else, and.", Nick cut in annoyingly.

"Hey! None of us need to be discussing that!", Bunty scowled at him.

Fowler used this argument as his chance to sneak off and look for the two of them. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


Ginger and Rocky had been wandering around for the last hour just to pass time. But Ginger didn't seem to be paying attention to anything around her at all. She seemed really distant.

"Ginge, are you ok?", Rocky asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine", she answered faintly.

He could still tell something was bothering her, "Whater it is, you can tell me, ya know?"

"Well.I was thinking.about this hen on the farm. Her name was Edwina and she got taken to the chop. I just feel bad we didn't save her too."

Rocky understood all too well about death of friends. He hugged her tight, for the comfort. Before he could say anything to her, he heard a rustle in the bushes. Him and Ginger exchanged a look.

"wh.who's there?", Ginger called. Just then, something walked out of the bushes. It was Fowler!

Ginger sighed, "God Fowler, you scared me.."

"Damn it Fowler! Why are you following us?!", Rocky was so sick of him.

"I'm just checking up on Ginger.", Fowler glanced to her.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Rocky yelled.

"I can take care of myself, Fowler!", Ginger wanted him to leave.

"Yeah, but with him around, who knows what could happen!", Fowler just didn't get it.

"Hey, I ain't like that!"(full-blown argument between Rocky and Fowler)

Ginger rolled her eyes, 'so much for peace and quiet', she thought. Before it could turn into a fistfight. Ginger pulled Rocky by his bandana.

"Go count to ten.", she mumbled. Then she turned to Fowler, "You know, you really are gonna have to get along with him!"

"Why? I don't trust him!", Fowler glanced at Rocky who was walking by the lake.

"I'll decide that. You don't have to be friends with him but-be nice! He didn't do anything to you", Ginger said, the on a second though, "and I can do what I want anyway! So will you leave us alone?"

Fowler stalked off. Not satisfied at all.

Ginger walked over to Rocky, "I would've beaten him, ya know." he said.

"Of course you would have", she said truthfully.

"What's his problem anyway? I mean you trust me don't you"

"Yes! Why wouldn't I?", she hugged him, trying to get his mind off it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

*I am gonna stop there cuz I just fell back in my chair. (brain damage). I am trying to think of another fic..but I will still continue this one! R&R! ~c ya~