This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...When Selina went to assist the women in getting everything ready for bed, Junior eyed the portal as it hung in the air. It was just hanging there near the wall doing nothing that he could see, but curiosity got the better of him and with the assistance of his wings, he hopped up and pecked at the, to him, simple white ball that moved around on its own. The portal that had looked so insubstantial only moments before was suddenly so hard that his beak slid off. Junior didn't like that, so he tried landing on the sphere.
That should have worked. After all, the ball was only six inches or so in diameter, so his long toes tipped with claws should have given him easy purchase when he landed. But… the portal was intelligent and directed by its AI that decided now would be a good time to have a near-frictionless surface. Junior's grip turned out to be nonexistent. Since he had been so confident that his short flight would land him on the sphere, he slipped off and slammed into the wall. Only with his excellent reflexes did he manage to recover before landing with a flutter of wings, albeit a bit harder than he intended.
Now Junior being Junior, his temper began to show itself. After all, he had no intention of damaging the thing that seemed to hang there with nothing holding it up. He was just curious. This time, he circled, and at the last instant, beat hard with his wings so that his taloned feet extended before him. He would show this thing who was boss rooster around here.
The ball was suddenly three feet to the side, and Junior, feet extended before him, hadn't planned on missing, and he didn't miss… the wall, that is.
Since he had squawked loudly as he attacked, all the hens were watching as he hit the wall butt first before sliding down to land ignominiously on his rear.
"Junior, what in the hell are you doing?" Morales yelled out.
Junior sheepishly untangled himself and strutted off, his body language screaming out, "I meant to do that. I meant to do that."
"That rooster is nuts," Jasmine said as she tried to stifle a giggle...
Have a goodun;
Roust