[He picked up the bag to take it with him, easier than just grabbing it all out and wandering off with it. He looked at the chick peeping up at him and gave yet another gentle nudge to coax it towards Gabriel still in the kitchen so he could head off to the stairs and up where the sewing room was in the attic.
He could tell immediately as he walked away that the blue fluffy chick was hurrying after him, dodging curious dogs and observant cats. She continued to talk in eager little peeps, but Jack ignored her as he hit the stairs and ascended. She met an obstacle she couldn't readily overcome with that.
She tried to hop, tried to scrambled and ended up running back and forth at the bottom of the step, chirping earnestly. He went up to the attic and left the items on the sewing desk for Gabe to put away properly before moving to head back down.
The little chick had managed to somehow get up one step and was hopping and stubbornly tried to persist in getting higher. He frowned from the top of the stairs. Slowly, he came down, eyeing the chick the whole way. Persist little thing.
He sighed when he reached the step just above and with a heave, the chick threw itself bodily up to his level, legs kicking, body rolling about and then it was righting itself to rush over to his feet.]
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[He picked up the bag to take it with him, easier than just grabbing it all out and wandering off with it. He looked at the chick peeping up at him and gave yet another gentle nudge to coax it towards Gabriel still in the kitchen so he could head off to the stairs and up where the sewing room was in the attic.
He could tell immediately as he walked away that the blue fluffy chick was hurrying after him, dodging curious dogs and observant cats. She continued to talk in eager little peeps, but Jack ignored her as he hit the stairs and ascended. She met an obstacle she couldn't readily overcome with that.
She tried to hop, tried to scrambled and ended up running back and forth at the bottom of the step, chirping earnestly. He went up to the attic and left the items on the sewing desk for Gabe to put away properly before moving to head back down.
The little chick had managed to somehow get up one step and was hopping and stubbornly tried to persist in getting higher. He frowned from the top of the stairs. Slowly, he came down, eyeing the chick the whole way. Persist little thing.
He sighed when he reached the step just above and with a heave, the chick threw itself bodily up to his level, legs kicking, body rolling about and then it was righting itself to rush over to his feet.]