Once upon a farm, there was a no-nonsense hen named Henrietta. She was known for being fiercely protective of her eggs, her coop, and her dignity. One stormy night, while the wind howled and the rain poured, Henrietta heard tiny, pitiful meows coming from under the old wooden planks.
Curiosity got the best of her, and when she poked her head out, she found two tiny, shivering kittens with big, pleading eyes. Now, Henrietta wasn’t exactly a fan of cats—they usually just tried to steal her feed. But tonight, something in those baby-blue eyes made her cluck a little softer.
Without a second thought, she spread her feathery wings wide and scooped them under her warm, feathery belly. The kittens, too exhausted to question their new “mom,” snuggled right in.
The next morning, Farmer Joe nearly had a heart attack when he went to check on his prized hen and found a pair of kitten ears poking out from under her. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if his morning coffee had been spiked, but no—the hen was definitely mothering kittens.
Henrietta, now proud of her unexpected brood, dared anyone to question her choices. The barn cats gathered around, confused and slightly jealous, while the roosters strutted by like they’d seen it all. Henrietta simply glared at them, as if daring them to say something. No one did.
From that day forward, Henrietta became the farm’s official “chicken-cat,” raising her adopted babies with a mix of fierce protection and motherly clucking. The kittens grew up learning to peck at worms and scratch the dirt, much to the confusion of the other cats.
And when one of the farm dogs tried to mess with her little ones, Henrietta puffed up like a feathery tank and chased him clear across the pasture. No one messed with her family—feathers or fur.
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