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Speak Out 2

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMarlene looked at the bunnies and choked up.  Her eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears and she peeped softly, while clearing her throat.

“Clover and Marcy,” she said, “have gone above and beyond what anyone could have asked from two soft bunnies.”  She peeped again and looked at the crowd in front of her.  “These two very dedicated sisters, stayed with the rescued chicklets for ten days, never leaving their sides.  Turning them and laying next to them to keep them warm, they remained in the nursery.  They made sure that the most needy, were under the heat lamps and that everyone was eating properly.  Carrots, lettuce and corn were brought to Clover and Marcy by their friends, but they refused to leave the damaged chicklets until they were taken off the ‘danger’ list.

The lives of chicklets were saved by these very brave and sweet bunnies.  So this SPEAK OUT is for them.”

Thunderous peeps and chirps went up from the audience and the bunnies were instantly surrounded by their grateful admirers.

Cricket… The Speak Out 1

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA“The sun had just gone down and the clouds were moving in.  Everything was dead still.  Brutus, the German Shepard we all know and love, was standing next to me.  Rene and Flower had gone on ahead and were in position to break into the Factory Farm.  The roosters and the hens were right behind them.  As soon as the clouds covered the moon, the strike team made it’s move.  Brutus took off running.  I couldn’t keep up because my legs are a lot shorter than his and chicklets are just slower than dogs, I guess.  Brutus was wearing the chicklet jacket that the hens made for the rescue dogs.  You know the ones, they are black with pockets to hold chicklets, on both side.  The ones that go across their backs and snap underneath and tie around their necks.  Those,” said Cricket, to the audience.

“Anyway, by the time I caught up, many of the tortured and damaged birds were already being lifted into the wagons and those who could walk and run were being led away by team leaders.  The chicklets were placed into carts and pockets.  Rene and Flower were bringing up the rear and watching for humans when huge lights went on and shots were fired.  Brutus, who was already running back to The Coop, turned and raced back to help Rene and Flower.  The chicklets in his jacket were having a bumpy ride but Brutus ran straight for the human, growling and snarling, he threw himself at the human and tore the gun from his hand.  Brutus bit the human and the human turned and ran away. Once Brutus was sure the human was not going to shoot at us anymore, he turned,  saw two tiny chicklets who were down, laying on their sides, in the grass.  He stopped,  picked them up with his mouth and ran straight to The Coop. Rene, Flower and I were right behind him. There were no team casualties, thanks to Brutus.

So this Speak Out goes to Brave Brutus.  He risked his life to save others.  He gently carried chicklets to safety, in his mouth. He carried fifteen others, in the pockets of his jacket.  Brutus is a hero and his name will be added to the Speak Out Board of Heroes.  We love you Brutus.  You make a difference.  You save lives and you are our Hero.”

There was much chirping and peeping at the end of Cricket’s speech.  Brutus became quite shy and tried to hide.  But everyone gathered around him and rubbed their beaks against him.  Everyone thanked him and then went back to helping the hens care for the new arrivals.

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