Another morning stuck behind the fence. The other chickens were going about their usual business to start the day, while the hens made sure their egg situations were in order, lest Mrs. Tweedy drops in for another 'visit'. Ginger, however, scoured the area for a vantage point for today's daring escape; one which she suspected would end in yet another failure (or another night in the coal pit), but as always, that didn't stop her. There was a nice hole behind the coop she and the others could take advantage of...

She was then swiftly drawn towards the familiar sound of the Tweedys' motorcar as it pulled into the farm, and peered from behind a crate as the skeevy couple unceremoniously dumped... a new chicken into their pen? How odd... newcomers were a rarity, so for Ginger, this meant a potential new ally for their escape plans. But the poor thing looked absolutely terrified, not that she could blame them. Perhaps she ought to say hello first before she instantly went for the pitch.

Once the Tweedys slithered back into their house, Mrs. Tweedy mercilessly punting a complacent Mr. Tweedy back inside while she ranted about some old nonsense, she hurried over to their latest addition.

"Psst! Hello!" she greeted in a whisper, which made them recoil with a quiet squawk, and subsequently made her jump back a little with a small yelp. "O-Oh, do forgive me, I erm, I didn't mean to startle you."

Ginger glanced around to make sure no humans were listening, then leaned in conspiratorially. "Listen, I know you might feel rather unnerved right now, but I promise that no one in this pen will hurt you. You're among friends - friends who want to help get you and everyone else out of this place."

So much for saying 'hello' first, Ginger.

With a clear of her throat, she offered her hand.

"U-Uh, but perhaps it'd be best if we started from the top: my name is Ginger, unofficially-stroke-unwittingly the leader of the chickens here and head of the, ah... 'escape committee'."

...Stop. Grinning.

"And you are...?"