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naming the chicken Henrietta, and she said that sounded suitable. (I checked out The Hoboken Chicken Emergency again, just to be sure.)
    When we got back to our farm, Dad helped me cut the padlock off the door and screw the hinges back on so Henrietta could be safe in her house again. Then he helped me pull an old wooden chair out of a different junk pile and propped it up with a log so I could sit on it even though the leg was kind of broken. He hung around for a while, but I’m better at waiting than he is, and we only found one chair. So, after listening to me read the first few chapters of The Hoboken Chicken Emergency to Henrietta, to see what she thought, he went inside to explain it all to Mom. I noticed he didn’t laugh at the funny parts, though.
    I’ll see what she thinks at dinner, I guess. I’ll cross my fingers again, under the table.
    Te quiero,
Soficita
    PS Once I know for sure I can keep her, I’m going to see if that black streak could really be another superchicken.
    PPS Did you know that chickens look really funny when they run? Kind of like a Tyrannosaurus rex combined with an airplane, if an airplane flapped its wings really hard. And squawked. I love having a chicken.

June 17, 2014
    Agnes
    Redwood Farm Supply
    Gravenstein, CA 95472
    Dear Agnes,
    I told my parents about Henrietta. There were some complications while they wanted to tell that lady who tried to steal her (she said she’d lost her chickens), but Ms. O’Malley got Dad straightened out. Why didn’t you tell me that lady only has Rhode Island Reds?
    Anyway, it was a good thing you sent me your chicken class, because when Dad told Mom and she pointed out I didn’t know anything about chickens and she didn’t have time to teach me, I told them I was already signed up for your free curriculum, so I could study over the summer.
    Mom is very big on education. She looked surprised but impressed when I showed her your worksheet and my chicken books from the library. She looked them over carefully, and then she told Dad that it was true that if we’re going to stay, I ought to learn something about farm life.
    Dad (who seems kind of depressed lately—he hasn’t got a new job yet, and I think the farm’s in worse shape than he expected) said there’s no way we’ll have money for chicken feed or supplies this year.
    If we had any money left, I’d think we might be moving somewhere else soon. But don’t worry, we don’t have anywhere else to go. So I showed him my worksheet too, and told him about the chicken food in the metal garbage can in the barn, and said one small chicken probably doesn’t eat much, but I would calculate it anyway, if he’d help me weigh the can. (No reason to bring up the black streak chicken yet.) I also pointed out that it’s summer, there’s nothing to do, I don’t know anybody, and every kid I ever met was already going to know this stuff, so I might as well learn something before I tried going to school here. I went up to my attic room then, since I couldn’t get any more words out without crying, and read my library books for a while.
    Mom and Dad came up a little while later. They both gave me big hugs. They decided I could try keeping Henrietta, as long as we have chicken food, but that we just don’t have enough money for extra pets right now. But don’t worry, I’ll find a way to earn some money for more feed, so Henrietta and the other chicken can be safe. I’ll try to catch it tomorrow.
    Sincerely,
Sophie

June 18, 2014
    Agnes
    Redwood Farm Supply
    Gravenstein, CA 95472
    Dear Agnes,
    I have to tell you, even though I want to be an excellent chicken keeper, I wasn’t so sure this course was going to work out. I mean, I don’t want it to be too easy, but when I started working on Lesson 1, I had to borrow my mom’s dictionary five times just to figure out what you were talking about.
    Then, once I knew what you were saying, I got worried that maybe I was feeding Henrietta all wrong. I mean,