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NOTE: This was orginally written for the Cagers as an
Easter Pressie.. But even though its a tad late for
Easter now...its still kinda cute ;)
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IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS YELLOW
The large truck slowed down once again, as the heavy
traffic inched along, just outside the city limits.
The burley driver could swear that he could hear that
incessant peeping even inside the cab.
Peep peep peep peep peep peep peep peep peep peep
"It�s driving me nuts!" He cursed to himself, thought
about closing up the window to try and drown out some
of the peeps, felt the sweat trickle down his face,
and opted instead to turn his Britney Spears Tape
Outside, his load continued to peep.
The small bodies jostled around in their crates, vying
for space and calling for their mothers.
A Ford Pickup squeezed out the lane and the truck
driver gladly took up the space, the sudden changing
of gears bumping the crates together.
The peeping picked up tempo as the G-Force pushed the
small bodies together and against the crates
walls...one, pushed a bit to hard, fell out.
The truck inched away, totally oblivious to one small
passenger left behind.
FEATHERED HITCH HIKERS CAN BE DANGEROUS
Scott drove�no. sat�in the Saturday morning�s traffic,
trying to be a good leader and example to the rest of
the mansions residents by sparing Jubilation Lee�s
life�and not tossing her out the car when they finally
managed to pick up speed.
It was hot.
The Traffic was not moving.
And the three girls at the back of the car were
driving him slowly insane.
Jean tossed him a sympathetic glance from the
passenger seat next to him..
Were his thoughts broadcasting that loudly???
The �OOOO�s and �AW cutes� from the back of the car
caused him to glare into the mirror again.
Not that had done any good the last 100 times.
Peep peep peep peep peep peeep peeep ppeeeeeep
peeeeeep peeeeeeep pep pep peep peep
He ground himself further down into his seat and tried
to ignore the incessant peeping coming from the little
chick Jubilee had made him stop the car for half an
It must have fallen off a truck or something.
Pity he hadn�t driven over it.
Peep peeep peep peeep peeep peeep peeep peep peep
peeep peeep peep peeep peeep
�AWWWWW�Scott�.aint it the cutest litte bitte thing
you�ve ever seen.�
Jubes rammed the small yellow fluff ball into his
Peep peep peeep peeep peep peeep peeep peeep peeep
peeep peeep peeep peeep peeep
He felt a sudden mental snap coming.
Jean reached out and calmed him mentally �Think of it
this way honey. When Marie gets her Easter present
tomorrow, which Mutant who just happens to have a well
devolved sense of hearing, is going to be stuck in the
room next door to her?�
A small Grin broke out onto Scott�s face.
Suddenly�all that peeping sounded like a good idea.
IN THE WILD, WOLVERINES EAT CHICKENS.
The Easter egg hunt was over.
Professor Xavier and the rest of his staff sat
together under the shade of the balcony and glowed in
the healthiness of it all.
Some holidays where there just for fun and bad eating
This was one of them.
Xavier took another bite of his chocolate egg and
Jubes suddenly appeared from wherever she had
disappeared to�holding something behind her back,
grinning like a demented woman, �I�ve got one last
present to give out to Marie.�
The Professors ears pricked at this.
So did Logan�s.
�What�s that noise Jubbes?� Logan asked, looking for
all the world, as if someone had presented him with a
�Its Marie�s Present.� She approached closer to where
Marie and Logan were sitting.
�Why is Marie�s Present making a noise Jubilee?�
Logan moved his head as if trying to see behind Jubes
Jubes stopped and swayed slightly on her feet,
Scott had a chocolate bunny suspended half way to his
Remey�s caramel filled bear was dripping down his
�TA DA.� Jubes flung out her hands, a small yellow
chick cradled between them.
�SQUEAL, � Logan almost jumped at the girly sound
emitting from the normally calm Marie�s mouth, �It�s a
itty bitty yellow fluffy chicky.�
As if on cue, the rest of the X-men went �AWWWWWWWWW�
Only half went like that because of the actual chick,
which they hadn�t seen before.
Scott and the rest of the occupants of the car from
the trip, which had originally found the chickie, were
�aww�ing� at its cute little pink bow.
Logan crept closer to eye the yellow ball and sniffed,
�You can name her Christmas�.as in when your gonna eat
her.� He grinned.
The silence was broken only by the fowl.
Peep peep peeep peep peeep peeep peeep peeep peeep
peeep peeep peeeep peeep peep
Cough �Ahhhh Logan. I�m not gonna eat her. She is my
new precious Baby. And you better treat her as such.�
Scott burst into peals of laughter as Logan turned a
deathly shade of white.
Xavier continued to munch his chocolate egg
IS THIS A ROOSTER BEFORE MY EYES
�So what you going to name her?� Jean asked over her
�I�m still thinking of something�. If she was a boy I
woulda named her Rocky.� Marie answered
Logan snorted �Rocky?� Putting down his paper he
grinned at Marie, �As in Red bandana sporting,
sweating, speech impediment Rocky?� He burst out
Jean looked at him like he had grown a second head,
sent a mental note over to Marie �He�s finally lost it
with all that peeping has he?�
Maire sent one back �ooohhhh yeah.�
�No Logan. Rocky as in the Rooster from �Chicken
run�.� Marie corrected him in a prim and proper
teaching voice, �And do you mind stop swiping all my
bacon.� She reached out and grabbed the piece of rind
back that had somehow landed up on his plate.
He maintained his most innocent expression �I have no
idea how that got there.�
�Yeah. Sure you don�t.�
�Anyways. I still think you should name the lunch on
legs, Remy.� Logan eyed Scott�s bacon. Scott moved
his closer to him.
�HEY!.� Remy cried indignantly, �Home is no chicken.�
�The eyes bub..the eyes.. Have you seen that chickens
eyes. It�s got black on red eyes.� He replied, �I�m
not calling you a chicken.� Stabbing towards Remy�s
general direction with the fork.
�Remy�s eyes red on black�not black on red. Besides, �
Remy glared at the little chickie that was the cause
of his name calling, �Remy tink de name �Wolverine�
more suitable for de Chickie�Look at your boot.�
�HEY!� Logan got up and tried to send the chicken
flying that was attached and very busy �buffing� his
�MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!� The entire table burst out
into laughter, As Logan tried to detach the chicken
from his shoe.
�THAT�S DISGUSTING. MARIE STOP HIM!� The chickie
finally let go and ran Pucking from the room.
�Guess he�s finally hit maturity then.� Scott
snickered into his cup of coffee.
Logan glared at Scott, �Fucking bird is a rooster. I
thought you said he was a she.�
�You can say fucking again.� Scott started to crack
Marie sat back in her chair and watched the men start
a food fight, �Ya know Jean. I think Wolvie is a good
name for him�but I�ll just stick to Chickie�
A CHICKEN RUNS THROUGH IT
It was 4 in the morning.
�COCK A DOODLE DOOOOoooooooo�
Logan bolted upright his claws flashing out and
slashing the brand new sheet Marie had just bought
him, less 5% at the white sale last week.
�Go to sleep Honey.� Marie grumbled sleepily and
turned over, her luxurious locks momentarily
distracting her lover.
�COCK A DOOODLE DOOOOOOOooooooooooo�
�ARGHHHHHHHH..� Logan started to scramble out of the
bed, his feet getting all entangled in the shredded
sheets before landing uncermounsily with oomph on the
�That chicken is going to die.� Finally managing to
detach himself and stumbling for the bathroom, he
threw open the door.
Marie sat up and watched the unfolding drama.
Chickie had taken to sleeping in their bathroom, on
top of the towel rail, which was the highest point he
could find in their sleeping quarters.
Logan had grudgingly given over his towel rack after
Marie had pointed out that the next highest point was
Logan yelped and jumped as chickie tore out the
bathroom, picked him on the toes, and ran pucking out
Marie sighed and plopped back down into her pillow as
Logan ran screaming out after the chickie, hoping he
would notice sooner rather than later that he still
clad only in nothing.
PART TWO ON ITS WAY....
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