Waking up feeling totally refreshed, thanks to being lulled to sleep by that thunderstorm last night, Greta grinned to herself. Not long ago, she remembered being terrified of the thunderstorms out here. Yup, life was pretty good right now. After a quick breakfast and a shower, she went upstairs.

Checking on the mailbox, she chuckled. Either it had escaped or she had sold it. Considering she could see the money, it had been the latter; too bad. Giggling a little, Greta walked over to where the chickens were, still alive and kicking, and with eggs! Oh yeah! This was a win-win. Collecting the eggs, she put them away properly, and went to hit the water.

Hey! There was another seed, snatching it up, she tucked it into her bag for inspection later. There were things to find out there.

Ok, so a little creeped out, Greta returned to the shore. Now, she was convinced that Aliens had either crash-landed here, or were once living in this ocean. She had found two more space rocks, and a bunch of shells. Going back to her boat, she wondered if she would meet an Alien someday.

Checking for eggs and finding none, Greta had her first run in with the mean chicken. Normally it shied away from her, but today it must have been feeling braver. At first trying to coax it down, then arguing with it, Greta decided she’d lost her mind. Looking again, Greta decided that chicken was mean, because it was actually a rooster. Yeah, she thought, I’d be mean too if I was so girly looking people thought I was a chicken. Pausing mid-step, she decided that didn’t quite sound right. Could chickens be feminine looking? Shrugging, she went inside for some dinner, and then sleep.