Five Plus Twelve Chicks

The chick run held five fluffy commas from dawn.

Afternoon plan: plus twelve more chicks from the warm box.

Five plus twelve, said Spike. How many altogether?

Suzy held five in her mind, then twelve more: seventeen. Not eighteen because hope hatched imaginary.

They checked: one through twelve new peeps. Five old plus twelve new = seventeen.

Quails scribbled tiny applause. Chickens practised orderly queue theatre.

Adventure Cap loved pouring forever. Care said stop at the plan number.

Little Thunder declined chick commentary with dignity.

Kids: five blocks plus twelve blocks. Count the pile once, then check.

Add maths on a farm is a promise you can see in the run.

Lead tops up without crowding the bay.

Seventeen peeps. Soft landings. Honest total.

Five + twelve = seventeen.