Not only did I have an unglamorous name, but I looked ridiculous too! The Angel who came to our rescue, picked each of us up, one at a time, and covered our scantily dressed bodies in replacement
feathers. It felt strange at first, awkward like and we wobbled here and there....but at least we were alive! And all I could think about was Featherpin. It didn’t matter half as much as my egg. There would be other eggs, I thought, but never another
friend like Featherpin.
It was whilst I was mooching around looking for my dear old friend, that I saw HIM. I had never seen a cockerel
before but I had heard tales about how beastly they could be. The tales certainly didn’t appear to be true. HE was surrounded by what only could be described as posh chicks. I had heard about these little madams but never seen
one until now. It was quite a sight!
These posh chicks were adorned with feathers of a splendid kind, that covered their plumped up bodies.
I watched them from a safe distance. You see, if they saw me then I would surely be pecked from my head to my feet...and to be fair, I didn’t have any shiny feathers for protection...just Angel’s warm replacement.
Well there was no sign of Featherpin, so I turned quietly to tip toe back to my own kind, but too late! They saw me and screamed and squawked as they chased after me, HIM, included. But Angel
must have heard all the commotion and came to my rescue.
‘Albert!’ she shouted, as she scooped my up into her arms. ‘I’m
ashamed of you, all of you,’ she said pointing a finger at HIM. Him, just strutted about like he owned the place, but I have to say, he looked magnificent. I felt quite pathetic as I stared down at them all. I wondered how it must feel to look so grand.
Angel hugged me gently as if she knew what I was thinking, but if she could read my mind, then she would tell me what happened to Featherpin.
So his name was Albert, and that is how I first met him!