Nine Plus Eight Chicks

The chick run held nine fluffy commas from dawn.

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

Nine plus eight, said Spike. How many altogether?

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

They checked: one through eight new peeps. Nine old plus eight 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: nine blocks plus eight 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.

Nine + eight = seventeen.