Four Plus Three Chicks

Under the warm lamp: four tiny chicks. Peep peep peep peep.

In the run doorway: three more waiting like a polite queue.

Four plus three, said Spike. Put them together in your mind first.

Suzy counted the lamp four. Then the door three. Then all together: one through seven.

Seven chicks. Not eight. Wishing does not hatch maths.

Pavlova supervised like a fluffy accountant.

Power Necklace glow-feeling reminded Suzy to move soft — numbers matter, feet matter more.

Little Thunder stayed outside chick maths on purpose.

Hold up four fingers. Hold up three. How many altogether?

Addition on a farm is gathering carefully, then checking the total still peeps.

Spike’s plan: count, move, count again. Same seven.

Four and three make seven.