I had fun with this one, introducing Francine, the party chicken
They said the chickens were acting strange because of the heat... but I knew better. These chickens are hard working members of the farm, they bring a lot to the table. They aren’t just egg-layers. They’re the soul of the farm. They greet the sunrise like clockwork, their chatter echoing across the fields long before any of the other animals stir. They scratch, they peck, they lay. Every. Single. Day. Rain or shine. No complaints, just a bit of sass. Drama. A certain chaotic sparkle that makes the farm feel alive. We have a long history with the chickens and they can brighten any day.
The other farm animals, horses, sheep, goats and pigs are valuable as well but they are in the shade and have a different outlook on life than the chickens.
The chickens need excitement. They need a spa day. They need to party!
Most of the time you find the girls in a chill state. They look forward to the occasional treat of letting loose and appreciating the finer things the farm has to offer. Parties are monthly.
Dangtangerous Farm cares! Ask about the famous pizza parties!
It’s not always fun and games. We have a job to do. The bakery needs eggs!
This bakery like the other Dangtangerous bakeries before it boasts the finest upside down street cakes from here to Zielonka. We couldn't do it without the entire farm working towards perfection. The chickens have always been a staple of our operation here and with the combined effort of our counterpart, Moo Farm, we get it goin!
Here at Dangtangerous farms we strive to provide the best quality goods AND entertainment you could ask for. Whether we are harvesting fields, dancing with chickens or having birthday parties. There is always something to do here.
We try not to burn out anyone or anything on the farm. We work hard and we play hard.
Sometimes we all feel a little strange. Those chickens just need an outlet and so do you!
Francine was not a party planner. She didn’t care about any of that. She didn’t come to mingle. She didn’t come to help hang lights or pass out chips. Francine came for one reason and one reason only: the dance floor. She just walked into the center of the floor, fluffed out her feathers, and danced her little chickey heart out. All of the other chicks notice her effortless flow. No one has a better time than Francine. She does what she wants!
She never stayed for cleanup. She never stayed for cake. She just came, danced, and disappeared. Not a care in the world but to just have fun.
And every month, without fail, someone would ask Misty, “Why doesn’t Francine help organize? She could be the star of the party!” “She could be more involved!”
And Misty would smile, ever the hostess. “Because some chickens aren’t made to plan. They’re made to remind the rest of us why we celebrate in the first place.”
