As for the fat chicken, its spot in the motorhome had already been reserved: a piece of carpet beside Jing Shu's bed. It was the kind that had to follow its owner every step of the way. It had lost its early advantage. Now, two slimeballs constantly clung to their owner's hands, and then another newcomer who loved to act cute arrived. In short, the owner was quite fickle.
But, as they say, the chicken is steadfast while pets come and go—nothing could challenge its status!
All of the Jing family's valuable domestic poultry had been accounted for—except, it seemed, Xiao Lu. Well, Xiao Lu could just transform into a puddle of Zen-like slime and play dead on the floor.
As for the other little cuties, Jing Shu believed Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing (her grandfather) would take excellent care of them during the migration, fattening them up so they could enjoy some delicious meat upon arrival.
