Cosas de Chicken Run/Chicken Run Stuff (Español + English)

Cricket instructor (One-shot) (English)

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It had been at least three weeks since everyone defeated Mrs. Tweedy for the second time, Frizzle and the other chickens had stayed there to live and were adjusting to their new life.

But Frizzle had a couple of complications adjusting.

It's not that she got along badly with the chickens, of course not (especially with Mac, they got along well since they were both Scottish, although Frizzle had been raised on a farm in Liverpool), what she had was trouble adapting to living on the island, she had spent her entire life on a farm and couldn't get others to do things for her, so she always tried to help, even though it usually ended up being a disaster.

One afternoon, Rocky had finished collecting some sticks to make a fire, and saw that Frizzle was in the field that the chickens had made to play cricket, she was trying to hit the ball with the bat, but she just couldn't hit it; something normal since more than one person is needed to play.

Frizzle growled in frustration –Stupid stick! Why can't ya' be on mah' side!?– Frizzle shouted frustratedly, throwing the cricket bat to the ground, but it bounced back, hitting her all over the face, Frizzle complained of the pain and growled again in frustration.

–Hey, hey, Frizzle! Take it easy! You're going to hurt yourself more!– said Rocky, approaching Frizzle, taking the cricket stick –You can't play cricket alone, you need someone else to throw the ball to you if you want to hit it–

Frizzle crossed her arms and looked away, looking embarrassed –Sorreh'...–

–Hey, you don't need to apologize– said Rocky, patting Frizzle on the shoulder –But what are you doing practicing cricket alone?–

Frizzle remained silent –...No reason'?–

–Girl, people always have a reason for doing things–

Frizzle sighed –Well...I'd like to learn' cricket to compensate...–

–Compensate?–

–Aye, it's to make up for all the problems I've caused, maybe by' learnin' to play cricket I can' fit in a little more with y'all, although I know that won't be enough– Frizzle said that last sentence in a somewhat depressed tone, seeming disappointed with herself.

–Hey, you don't need to compensate us anything, you're welcome here, we know you do your best to help us– Rocky said smiling, trying to comfort Frizzle.

–Yeah, I know...But can' ya' at least teach me how to play' cricket? I haven't started practicin' for nothin'...–

Rocky chuckled and patted Frizzle on the head –Of course, but wait until tomorrow, now I have to run a couple of tasks–

–Alright, I'll be patient'– Frizzle said, putting her wings on her hips and nodding her head.

–Very well, then, see you here tomorrow's afternoon, okay?–

–Oi–

They both said goodbye and Rocky retired to his home, carrying the sticks again to make a fire.

The next day...

Rocky and Frizzle were back on the Cricket field, each with their stumps and Frizzle had the cricket bat while Rocky had the ball –Okay, Frizzle, first of all, you need to know how to play cricke –

–I thought it was played with two teams of eleven' people– said Frizzle, a little confused, since she had seen other chickens play cricket like that.