Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday

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Anders had never thought much about chickens, beyond appreciating them when they ended up fried and on his plate. But when he visited the chicken paradise Zack had made on the shelter's roof, he rethought that quickly. They weren't just livestock; they had interests and personalities and little rivalries all their own.

He borrowed a large black chicken to keep him company at the shelter's counter. "Don't worry if I smell like cat," he apologized, as he set up a little pen behind the register. "I just live with them."

The chicken didn't look terribly comforted.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]