Green Eggs and Ham Season Three: The Last Serving

Episode Thirteen: The Door of Secrets(pt. 4)

*I finally got around to publishing this part. The final part of this episode will come out next weekend. Who's excited?!? *cricket noises* Well, *clears throat* This part is published on September 20, 2020. If you guys love this part please don't be afraid to vote and/or comment. Spam the comment section if you want to! LOL! Anyways this part will be tensed. Enjoy!*

E.B became bored in the cave while the others waited patiently for the main group's return. Mr. Jenkins squawked sadly while resting his head on her lap.

"It's a cute pet you got there."

E.B glanced up to notice Murray talking to her and pointing at the chickeraffe.

"Oh...thank you. His name is Mr. Jenkins!" E.B replied excitedly.

"Oh wow, that's an adorable name for a living creature," Murray complimented with a small pleasant smile. "Who was responsible for naming him?"

"I am," E.B stated proudly while the chickeraffe warbled excitedly and licked her in the face, causing the little girl to giggle. However, she frowned after a moment of realization. "He was supposed to be at home with his family."

The chickeraffe cooed softly and sadly while laying his head on E.B's lap again.

"I'm sure we can get him back home again," Sam spoke up in the conversation between Murray and E.B.

The chickeraffe had his lips trembled, squawking sadly.

"That sounds like a fun adventure," Gabriella replied brightly.

"Well, how can we go from here to Meepville Cold Airport is the question," Sam pondered while rubbing his chin.

"And the brunkels," Goat added, joining in the conversation. "You know how expensive cold air balloons are."

"There's no point in returning the chickeraffe back to its home," Murray remarked grimly.

"Why?" Gabriella asked him with a brow raised.

"That poor creature is the only chickeraffe that existed now," Murray responded.

"What do you mean?" Sam uttered in fear.

Murray gave a pitiful gaze at the short who. "Haven't you heard? The chickeraffes are now extinct."

"What? The last time I checked, there were seventeen of them--"

"My dear girl," Murray interrupted Gabriella softly. "All the chickeraffes are slaughtered. Mr. Jenkins must be lucky that he's the only survivor left."

"How do you know?" Gabriella probed the question.

Murray gave a simple smile. "News article, my dear."

"W-Wait, who slaughtered them?" Vicky stuttered, arching a brow.

"The Biologist."

The answer sent shivers down on the animals' spines. Goat, Michael, and Jean had their eyes widened while they glanced over at Mr. Jenkins, who gave a quiet whimper from hearing about his species being slaughtered.

"Oh man," Goat muttered.

"No wonder you were at the lab," Jean recalled while glancing at Mr. Jenkins.

E.B pondered for a moment, frowning and stroking the feathers on the chickeraffe's head. "I'm so sorry about your family, Mr. Jenkins."

Mr. Jenkins nuzzled his face into her cheek with a quiet purr. The group frowned and gazed down on the ground, letting the silence fill in the air.