I Have No Idea I Lied To My Chicks

Camouflage me quickly the fowl yelled as he landed. Did not know who he was, but we ran out with paints - blue and red. Can we colorize your feathers asked our leader, Mrs. Banded. Do what you must to keep me away from the broiler, he said. What are you talking about? Asked our naïve chicks of yellow. With one warning look, he shushed his mouth, a wiser fellow. What did he mean, dad? My chicks asked me that night. I have no idea, I told them. I tucked them in, their eyes big and bright. I want them to stay young and innocent as long as I can. There will be plenty of time to ruin their dreams, agreed Mr sandman.