these baby chicks are going to starve to death. We've got nothing. Not a rock. Not a roll. Not a peep. Not a pip. Nothing. They're being slow pokes.
Meanwhile Old One-Eyed Calico Jack and I are getting tired of the cafeteria food. We want babies and we want 'em now. Poor bugger is wearing a hole in the ground he's pacing so much.
Something needs to hatch soon or I may have to go buy some peeps to make him happy.