Shane was among his blue chickens. There must have been at least 20 of them. They all cluck happily as he spreads their feed. The therapy was going really well. Now all he needed to do was learn to clean up a little. He picks up his white chicken.

Shane: "Things are looking up, Charlie. Look at all of these hens. We'll have to send them over to the farmer at this rate." He smiles and hugs Charlie. "I ought to get them something as thanks for... well... everything." He sighs as he thinks.