[ the torchic looks over and— gets a ball to the head in the process of losing concentration. dead in the sand with its little feet up in the air, it takes a while for him to rise, but . . . he rises with these big, round eyes that look like he could cry, if chickens could cry. scrambling, shoyo covers the side of the poor thing's head to dampen the sound, and hushes loudly: ]
Dude! You'll hurt his feelings! [ pulling his hands away, he gives the chick a pat over his crest of feathers and proclaims: ] He can learn anything he puts his heart to!
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Dude! You'll hurt his feelings! [ pulling his hands away, he gives the chick a pat over his crest of feathers and proclaims: ] He can learn anything he puts his heart to!