Then a repeating little boy ran up.
"Who are you?" the hen asked.
"I'm Shasta! Who'd you think I was?" said the boy.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"Prince Corin of Archenland?" she guessed.
"Who's that?" he asked.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"Your brother," said the Calormene soldier, skipping to the point and then kidnapping Shasta.
"WHA!" Shrieked Shasta "Put me down!"
The soldier had never actually picked Shasta up.
Actually, he had created (right then and there, while he was talking to the hen) a concentrated light beam that suspended Shasta about 3 feet off of the ground.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"EEK! Please, Mrs. Chicken, HELP ME!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!!!" he screamed.
So then the bipolar chicken snapped at the soldier's nose again.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"What was that for?" He said, snapping in his own ways.
"Let the kid go," squawked the chicken.
Thank you, Hobbit!
"Why should I?"
"For one thing," the bipolar chicken mused, "there's an over-sized mouse with a sword sneaking up behind you about to jab you if you don't...."
Thank you, Hobbit!
