"Got it. I can do it." Joy replied. "Oh, and make sure you have your disguise so you blend in." Temptation reminded.
"Let's do this."
Both of them approached a nearby gate from the driveway. One of the gates had a lantern on it that Joy picked up with her to use as her torch for the fire.
Joy and Temptation split up going to their own missions with their disguises on. Temptation entered one of the side doors of the estate, while Joy headed toward the rear where there was a large field, as well as a barn.
Joy approached the barn as quietly as she could, and there was no one outside the barn, so it was easy for her to approach. As she got closer and closer to the barn, it got noisier and noisier, and it was very annoying. "What are those sounds in the barn?"
She opened up the barn door, expecting to find some crying horses, but she was very surprised.
"Where are the horses? And why are there so many chickens are in here?" The barn was converted from a horse stable into a massive multilayered chicken coop. There were shelves of chickens and nests on both sides of the barn. Each nest contained a chicken just bopping its head or eating off of the trough.
"Look at all those chickens. There must be like, 500 chickens here." She looked to the right where she found crates of eggs and realized she was in the chicken barn that supplies the eggs for the cookies.
"I was hoping to be rescuing horses before I had to burn this place down, but I'll be saving the chickens instead." She thought of her plan very carefully. Instead of freeing the chickens from the door she came through, she decided to free the chickens from the door on the other side, which was facing away from Lord Fear's estate and couldn't be seen.
She shifted her feet through the floor of roaming chickens, while sometimes being pecked on the hood by chickens on the shelves. She reached the rear door and opened it wide.
"Be free!" She said to the chickens, but the chickens didn't understand. "Bok bok bok." She said as she pretended to be a chicken leaving the barn, but the chickens still didn't understand. "Ugh, fine." She got some chicken feed and spread it outside, and the chickens began to follow.
Well, thank goodness it wasn't cats at least, they'd be impossible to herd.
"Got it. I can do it." Joy replied. "Oh, and make sure you have your disguise so you blend in." Temptation reminded.
"Let's do this."
Both of them approached a nearby gate from the driveway. One of the gates had a lantern on it that Joy picked up with her to use as her torch for the fire.
Joy and Temptation split up going to their own missions with their disguises on. Temptation entered one of the side doors of the estate, while Joy headed toward the rear where there was a large field, as well as a barn.
Joy approached the barn as quietly as she could, and there was no one outside the barn, so it was easy for her to approach. As she got closer and closer to the barn, it got noisier and noisier, and it was very annoying. "What are those sounds in the barn?"
She opened up the barn door, expecting to find some crying horses, but she was very surprised.
"Where are the horses? And why are there so many chickens are in here?" The barn was converted from a horse stable into a massive multilayered chicken coop. There were shelves of chickens and nests on both sides of the barn. Each nest contained a chicken just bopping its head or eating off of the trough.
"Look at all those chickens. There must be like, 500 chickens here." She looked to the right where she found crates of eggs and realized she was in the chicken barn that supplies the eggs for the cookies.
"I was hoping to be rescuing horses before I had to burn this place down, but I'll be saving the chickens instead." She thought of her plan very carefully. Instead of freeing the chickens from the door she came through, she decided to free the chickens from the door on the other side, which was facing away from Lord Fear's estate and couldn't be seen.
She shifted her feet through the floor of roaming chickens, while sometimes being pecked on the hood by chickens on the shelves. She reached the rear door and opened it wide.
"Be free!" She said to the chickens, but the chickens didn't understand. "Bok bok bok." She said as she pretended to be a chicken leaving the barn, but the chickens still didn't understand. "Ugh, fine." She got some chicken feed and spread it outside, and the chickens began to follow.
Well, thank goodness it wasn't cats at least, they'd be impossible to herd.
Great part Zach!
Because we know that's what would have happened if I'd been the one to write that.
Leading each and every chicken out of the barn took much longer than Joy would have liked. Still, the chickens seemed compliant enough, and within ten minutes or so they were all walking around in the woods; they seemed happy to no longer be cooped up, and clucked curiously around the trees. Once she was sure they were all clear of the area, Joy got to work. Taking the torch, she crept into the depths of the barn and stopped by some of the biggest haystacks to light them up. Orange flames quickly licked up the dry straw, and Joy's pulse began to race as she realized how quickly the fires were growing; thick, stinging smoke was already climbing up to the ceiling. In the dimness of the evening, the fires cast a haunting glow from the interior. I wonder how long it'll be 'till someone sees the fires. Joy licked her lips nervously as she slipped out the back door, knowing it was too risky to go by the front. Around the rear end of the barn were several old, disused pens, and by those pens were yet more haystacks--old and molding as they were. Joy began setting fire to those, as well, just for good measure. After a couple of minutes, she began to pick up an odd burnt smell; different from the burning straw, and it seemed to be closer to her than the other fires. Yet, when she looked around for the source, she could only see the small blazes among the haystacks. Still, the smell persisted, and she was beginning to feel a heated sensation against her face-- "My beard!" she shrieked. She ripped the disguise off her face, finding the ends of the curled hairs flaming, and flung it hastily to the ground, quickly stamping it out. When the blazes had died down, she peered at it distastefully. "Well," she muttered. "That could have ended badly." "Yes," a new voice startled her. "Yes, it could." Joy whirled around to see a hooded figure standing several feet behind her. The man pulled down his hood to reveal long, flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and had a handsome face. Yet, through his attractiveness, there was something malevolent in his gaze that left Joy feeling disturbed. "Hello, gorgeous," said Greed.
Ah yes good plan, free the horses, burn the barn that probably took awhile to build and stop Lord Fear's evil plan. ( I'm glad they thought of the horses. :3 )
(I figured this is like my way of making up for what I did to some of the horses in Runaway. )
Leading each and every chicken out of the barn took much longer than Joy would have liked. Still, the chickens seemed compliant enough, and within ten minutes or so they were all walking around in the woods; they seemed happy to no longer be cooped up, and clucked curiously around the trees. Once she was sure they were all clear of the area, Joy got to work. Taking the torch, she crept into the depths of the barn and stopped by some of the biggest haystacks to light them up. Orange flames quickly licked up the dry straw, and Joy's pulse began to race as she realized how quickly the fires were growing; thick, stinging smoke was already climbing up to the ceiling. In the dimness of the evening, the fires cast a haunting glow from the interior. I wonder how long it'll be 'till someone sees the fires. Joy licked her lips nervously as she slipped out the back door, knowing it was too risky to go by the front. Around the rear end of the barn were several old, disused pens, and by those pens were yet more haystacks--old and molding as they were. Joy began setting fire to those, as well, just for good measure. After a couple of minutes, she began to pick up an odd burnt smell; different from the burning straw, and it seemed to be closer to her than the other fires. Yet, when she looked around for the source, she could only see the small blazes among the haystacks. Still, the smell persisted, and she was beginning to feel a heated sensation against her face-- "My beard!" she shrieked. She ripped the disguise off her face, finding the ends of the curled hairs flaming, and flung it hastily to the ground, quickly stamping it out. When the blazes had died down, she peered at it distastefully. "Well," she muttered. "That could have ended badly." "Yes," a new voice startled her. "Yes, it could." Joy whirled around to see a hooded figure standing several feet behind her. The man pulled down his hood to reveal long, flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and had a handsome face. Yet, through his attractiveness, there was something malevolent in his gaze that left Joy feeling disturbed. "Hello, gorgeous," said Greed.
Yeah pretty much. The thumbprint ones are alright as well I guess.
I'm not quite familiar with the thumbprint ones.
They're just kind of basic cookies but with (traditionally) a thumbprint (or spoon nowadays) and then the warm baked cookie has jam or jelly or preserves in the depression. They're not super mainstream.
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( I'm glad they thought of the horses. :3 ) 
